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Look at him steadily,
 With quiet breath,
This keeper of the door,
 Mortals call Death.

Look at him steadily,
 Knowing it true
That he only lifts the latch,
 We shall pass through,

Into a brighter day,
 Shielded from sorrow,
The goal of every soul,
 God's great To-morrow.