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 Rh Not that which you suppose—the end of strife,—

Not dissolution—and not loss—but life!

I think she felt no anguish, knew no fear,

So mercifully swift the flames drew near;

For, even as she smiled, narcotic death

Enveloped her, and stifled her sweet breath;

And the fire passed her by and left her there,

Like to a sleeping child, untouched and fair.

All—all that life withheld—is mine at last!

With love, with God,—believe me,—there's no past.

The future waits—it calls—I must not stay!

The night is over,—look! the dawn—of Day!