The sense of death came suddenly One meditation's eve, The lonely visit of a friend Taking his final leave.
In solitude one seemed to hear A saddened song of soul, The plaintive voice of one alone, Paying the final toll.
Morning came assuringly For never life shall fail All endures to grow supreme And rend the final veil.
Poems Undated (1727)
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