For what is death if not a new beginning…

Fair chance to find if Heaven’s hell is true?

A termination right for all life’s sinning;

That place where hope’s wan tree is rudely hewn?

Sure time when living hearts do cease of beating

And sapient souls slip silently to air,

Unto that bourne from which there’s no retreating

And where now bide all dear beloved forbears.

The grave is just the final spot of leaving

That place or portal we bid earth good bye,

So do not stain that hallowed ground by grieving

Save tears for when perhaps we meet anigh;

Though I decamp, please know this love’s forever

—Where by this pledge— no man or god dissever!