There is no daeth! The stars go down
   To rise upon some other shore,
And bright in heaven's jewelled crown
   They shine forevermore.

There is no death! The forest leaves
   Convert to life the viewless air;
The rocks disorganize to feed
   The hungry moss they bear.

There is no death! The dust we tread
   Shall change, beneath the summer showers
To golden grain, or mellowed fruit,
   Or rainbow-tinted flowers

There is no death! The leaves may fall,
   And flowers may fade and pass away...
They only wait, through wintry hours,
   The warm, sweet breath of May.

There is no death! The choicest gifts
   That heaven hath kindly lent to earth
Are ever first to seek again
   The country of their birth.

And all things that for growth or joy
   Are worthy of our love or care,
Whose loss has left us desolate,
   Are safely garnered there.

Though life becomes a desert waste,
   We know its fairest, sweetest flowers,
Transplanted into paradise,
   Adorn immortal bowers.

The voice of birdlike melody
   That we have missed and mourned so long,
Now mingles with the angel choir
   In everlasting song.

There is no death! Although we grieve
   When beautiful, familiar forms
That we have learned to love are torn
   From our embracing arms...

Although with bowed and breaking heart,
   With sable garb and silent tread,
We bear their senseless dust to rest,
   And say that they are "dead,"

They are not dead! They have but passed
   Beyond the mists that blind us here
Into the new and larger life
   Of that serener sphere.

They have but dropped their robe of clay
   To put their shining raiment on;
They have not wandered far away...
   They are not "lost" nor "gone."

Though disenthralled and glorified
   They still are here and love us yet;
The dear ones they have left behind
   They never can forget.

And sometimes when our hearts grow faint
   Amid temptations fierce and deep,
Or when the wildly raging waves
   Of grief or passion sweep,

We feel upon our fevered brow
   Their gentle touch, their breath of balm;
Their arms enfold us, and our hearts
   Grow comforted and calm.

And ever near us, though unseen,
   The dear immortal spirits tread...
For all of the boundless universe
   Is life...there are no dead!