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Death

nicholas johnson

Dark were the world if o'er its gloom
The gospel light had never dawned,
Hopeless our fate if through the tomb
We saw no better world beyond.
 
The smile of earthly gladness fades
Destined to swift and sure decay,
Disease this mortal frame invades
And leaves but cold and lifeless clay.
 
So brief is life--a few short years
Measure this fleeting transient breath,
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