Poems (Sherwin)/Lines on the approach of death

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LINES ON THE APPROACH OF DEATH
I know that I must die: the hour  Comes stealing on with solemn pace; Armed with a firm, resistless power,  Grim death unmasks his hideous face.
The darkness of the grave's long night  Grows deeper still as time steals by, And fills my trembling soul with fright,— I feel how awful 'tis to die.
But through this fearful heavy gloom,  A cheering ray of light I see, Which shews, beyond the dreaded tomb,  Life, peace, and immortality.

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