Why be afraid of death,
As though your life were breath?
Death but anoints your eyes
with clay. O glad surprise.
Why should ye be forlorn?
Death only husks the corn.
Why should you fear to meet
The thresher of the wheat?
Is sleep a thing to dread?
Yet sleeping you are dead
Till you awake and rise,
Here, or b…
by Maltbie D. Babcock