Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For his civility.
We passed the school, where children stroveAt recess, in the ring;We passed the fields of gazing grain,We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;The dews grew quivering and chill,For only gossamer my gown,My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemedA swelling of the ground;The roof was scarcely visible,The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet eachFeels shorter than the dayI first surmised the horses' headsWere toward eternity.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For his civility.
We passed the school, where children stroveAt recess, in the ring;We passed the fields of gazing grain,We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;The dews grew quivering and chill,For only gossamer my gown,My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemedA swelling of the ground;The roof was scarcely visible,The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet eachFeels shorter than the dayI first surmised the horses' headsWere toward eternity.
I'm so thankful that I know the Lord and that I will lean hard on him for the next couple of days for strength!
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