Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!
Shining nowhere but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark!
"They Are All Gone," st. 5. - Silex Scintillans (1655)
Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!
Shining nowhere but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark!
"They Are All Gone," st. 5. - Silex Scintillans (1655)