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• The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there
  There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair....
• From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free
  We thank with brief thanksgiving, Whatever gods may be, That no life lives forever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea....
• From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free
  We thank with brief thanskgiving, Whatever gods may be, That no life lives forever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea....
• But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...