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30 Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of
 * mouths.

O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues! And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of
 * mouths for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead
 * young men and women,

And the hints about old men and mothers, and the
 * offspring taken soon out of their laps.

What do you think has become of the young and
 * old men?
 * And what do you think has become of the women
 * and children?

They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was, it led forward life, and does
 * not wait at the end to arrest it,

And ceased the moment life appeared.

All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed,
 * and luckier.

Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her, it is just as lucky to
 * die, and I know it.

I pass death with the dying, and birth with the new-
 * washed babe, and am not contained between my
 * hat and boots,