Why not with happy shout run home when school is out?
The dear ones left behind! O foolish one and blind.
A day—and you will meet,—a night—and you will greet!
This is the death of Death, to breathe away a breath
And know the end of strife, and taste the deathless life,
And joy without a fear, and smile without a tear,
And work, nor care nor rest, and find the last the best.
—Maltbie D. Babcock.
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