A Death-Bed Poem by James Aldrich

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James Aldrich

James Aldrich

the United States of America

A Death-Bed



Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away,
In statue-like repose.

But when the sun in all his state
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through Glory's morning gate
And walked in Paradise.

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James Aldrich

James Aldrich

the United States of America
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