DYING IN SPRING
DYING IN SPRING
Lo, now do I beholdSunshine and greeneryAnd Death together rolled—Yet not in mockery.Life was a faithful friend;Shall I make other of that dark brotherWhom God doth send?My dear companions—youThat have been more to meThan grief or gaiety—This sure is true:That we shall meet once more beyond Death’s door,Again be merry friendsWhere friendship never ends.
Lo, now do I beholdSunshine and greeneryAnd Death together rolled—Yet not in mockery.Life was a faithful friend;Shall I make other of that dark brotherWhom God doth send?My dear companions—youThat have been more to meThan grief or gaiety—This sure is true:That we shall meet once more beyond Death’s door,Again be merry friendsWhere friendship never ends.
Lo, now do I beholdSunshine and greeneryAnd Death together rolled—Yet not in mockery.
Lo, now do I behold
Sunshine and greenery
And Death together rolled—
Yet not in mockery.
Life was a faithful friend;Shall I make other of that dark brotherWhom God doth send?
Life was a faithful friend;
Shall I make other of that dark brother
Whom God doth send?
My dear companions—youThat have been more to meThan grief or gaiety—This sure is true:That we shall meet once more beyond Death’s door,Again be merry friendsWhere friendship never ends.
My dear companions—you
That have been more to me
Than grief or gaiety—
This sure is true:
That we shall meet once more beyond Death’s door,
Again be merry friends
Where friendship never ends.