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" yet—the flowers are in my path,   The sun is in my sky; Not yet—my heart is full of hope—    I cannot bear to die.

Not yet—I never knew till now How precious life could be; My heart is full of love—oh, Death I cannot come with thee!"

But Love and Hope, enchanted twain, Passed in their falsehood by; Death came again, and then he said— "I'm ready now to die!"