Life is so short! 'tis as a Summer day,
The morn so full of sunshine and of flowers,
The noon warm with deep love for sad and gay,
The eve as twilight fading fast away,
Then darkness deep as in the tomb of ours.
Oh, death! why should we ever fear to die,
Or cower down whene'er you walk close by?
Dost thou mean torture to a soul? Not one,
Thou simply sayest: "Man thy work is done."
When life is o'er and round the silent bier
Are gathered friends we loved so well while here,
Then will all errors too lay low their heads
And be "deep buried" with the silent dead.
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)