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DEPARTURE by WINIFRED LUCAS

First Line: NOW LET ME SLEEP, AND THAT WHICH SLEEPS IN ME AWAKE
Last Line: THAT TEACH DESPAIR.
Subject(s): DEATH; GRIEF; DEAD, THE; SORROW; SADNESS;
NOW let me sleep, and that which sleeps in me
Awake;
Now let me die, and my mortality
Forsake.

Now fast on Hope, and on the flight of Love,
I follow free.
But Time was slow the heart of heaven to move
For me.

Stars saw, and Days upon the other side
Passed by.
And, save of Sorrow, ceaselessly denied
Was I.

Hail! Day of Death! Come, sweet Samaritan!—
For here
Are wounds for thee to every art of man
That teach despair.



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