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AM dying; but what of that? Your hands are under my head, And your tears are on my cheek And I am happy at last — Bitter has been the pain! Yea I have paid the price For this last moment with you But all is well at the end; Your hands are under my head, And your tears are on my cheek. So you love me, after all! And I bless the eternal dark Into which I sink and fall That I've found you — at the last.

H, there are moments in our life, When the dim marshes of the mind, Those livid swamps, where birds of strife Beat up against a sullen wind.

Sink, drowned, in one tremendous flood, Full-brimmed, resistless, like the sea. I rose and praised God where I stood. When such a moment came to me!