“And so for me there is no sting of death,
And so the grave has lost its victory.
It is but crossing-with abated breath
And white, set face-a little strip of sea
To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.”
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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