IMMORTALITY
What matters it to us who are immortal
Which side of the grave we stand on,
when we know
That what the world calls death is but the portal Leading to life again? ‘Tis but to go
Across the gurgling river in the dark Hanging on God; and but a moment so
Till we are over, and we disembark
And enter life afresh. ‘Tis basely wrong
We should so meanly understrike the mark
As measures life by years; and all along
Busy ourselves arranging little schemes
That death will dash to pieces, when we might
Be building, far above those earthly dreams,
Houses that stand forever in God’s sight. Author unknown
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