<h2><SPAN name="page94"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>DEATH’S PROTEST</h2>
<p class="poetry">Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O
Man?<br/>
Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling<br/>
To my false rival, Life? I do but bring<br/>
Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban<br/>
And curse me? Since the forming of God’s plan<br/>
I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing,<br/>
I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting,<br/>
And peace eternal for earth’s stormy span.</p>
<p class="poetry">The wild mad prayers for comfort sent in
vain<br/>
To knock at the indifferent heart of Life,<br/>
I, Death, have answered.
Knowest thou not ’tis he,<br/>
My cruel rival, who sends all thy pain<br/>
And wears the soul out in unending strife?<br/>
Why dost thou hold to him, then,
spurning me?</p>
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