“There shall be no more death—neither sorrow—nor crying—neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
Rev. xxi. 4.
There shall be no more death! I love to trace
The records of my last abiding place—
A mansion bought for me by dying love;
And—blissful thought!—I may not thence remove.
No waning strength, nor painful heaving breath,
Shall give me warning of thy coming, Death!
I shall not see thee fix thy baleful eye
On those I love, and feel that they must die;