| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVI. Crossed Hands and Closed Eyes A Death-bed | | By James Aldrich (18101856) |
| | | HER suffering ended with the day, | |
| Yet lived she at its close, | |
| And breathed that long, long night away, | |
| In statue-like repose. | |
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| But when the sun in all its state, | 5 |
| Illumed the eastern skies, | |
| She passed through Glorys morning-gate, | |
| And walked in Paradise. | | | | |
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