To Fear the Fear of Death
O troubled maid whom peace eludes,
whence comes your fear of lurid nights;
of nights that rouse your fretful moods
and faint heart when out are the lights!?
At the midnight hour you're oppressed
by your o'erwhelming, rabid fears
of death and gore and you're depressed
by your distress and flow of tears.
The fear of death thus spoils your sleep
and robs you of your required rest;
you wilt and flag like fearful sheep
that’s deaf to their shepherd’s behest.
Fear not, O maid! You'll not see Death,
for these lines give eternal life
so you will live with every breath
of these words free of painful strife.
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