Louisa Lawson

1848-1920

The Hill Of Death

No downward path to death we go.
Nor through dark shades, or valley low,
But up and on o'er riseb bright
Toward the dawn of endleu light.
Not in the lowlands can we see
The path that was and is to be ;
But ou the height just where the soul
Takes deeper breath to reach the goal
There we can see the winding way
That we have journeyed all our days ;
Then lum and view with spirit stiil
The gates afar beyond the hill
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