Dying

Paasing out of the shadow Into a purpr light, Stepping bohind the curtain, Getting a clearer sight, Laying aside the burden, This weary mortal coil, Done with the world's vexations, Dono with its tears and toil, Tired of all earth's playthings, Heartsiok and n-ady to sloep, Reudy to bid mir fricnds farewell, Tfondering why thcy weep, Pussing out of the shadow. Into ctornal day- Why do ve cali it dying, This swcet going away?