|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|So live, that when thy summons comes to join|
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and smoothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
|All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,|
All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
Longfellow.Evangeline, Part II. v. Line 125.
|Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.|
Longfellow.Evangeline, Part II. v. Line 108.
| Death is delightful. Death is dawn,|
The waking from a weary night
Of fevers unto truth and light.
Joaquin Miller.Even So.
|There is no death. The thing that we call death|
Is but another, sadder name for life,
Which is itself an unsufficient name,
Faint recognition of that unknown Life
That Power whose shadow is the Universe.
Stoddard.Hymn to the Sea.
|God giveth quietness at last.|
Whittier.On the Death of Alice Cary, St. 1.