When the fire within me dies

And my spirit soars beyond the skies

I shall need neither ears nor eyes

To meet and greet the waiting prize.

 

This much I know - this much is plain

That I shall be but born again

To take my place in the timeless train

Of Creation's own eternal chain.

 

So save your tears - your sad goodbyes

For this severing of familiar ties

Be comforted by all that lies

In store - for only the body dies.

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