Do not believe in death. See how the sunlight streams through space to gladden your sad face. Let no vain tears be shed. Clear as your soul are the skies. Through dark oblivion strikes a sudden beam -- and death is all agleam. Do not believe in death. The birds are freed from the cages of the dark and silent wood where they so long were pent. Let no vain tears be shed, like your soul the skies are singing. No longer are they mute. ----- And death is radiant! Death stands before you luminous and singing, and it is life! In the calm an angel dislodges the pearl of your soul amid the musical, radiant voices of archangels. They sing unheeded by this careless world that has forgot the splendour of man's celestial home in skies afar. But faithful death has come. And the stars are singing in the skies towards that remembered star. And lo! the luminous end! Pure as your soul are the skies. Do not believe in death. All tranquil is your face. Your soul is fresh as morning's first embrace. Young as your soul are the skies. And death is o'er and life at last shines clear, unrecognized before. On every side bright souls appear forever luminous, purged from muddy sins, filling with splendor all void of space. The other life was but a tempest's roar. Pure is your face --and happy life begins. |