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Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low
(30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864 / Warwick)

Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low

Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.

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Comments (4)

Since death is certain for every living being, one must not fear it. Great message.
there should not be any fear of Death.. when its a known conclusion and inevitable.
Once again the man looks into death and sees it.courage . Inabounding.
Indeed we shouldn't fear death.