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1Dear Death, thou’rt welcome to my troubled soul.
2Hark: is it not for me the bell doth toll?
3How sweet it sounds! Trust me, I wonder why
4We are so foolishly afraid to die;
5’Tis but a sigh and turning up the eye,
6A few sad farewells
to our1friends to speak,
7And then a tender heart will quickly break.
8But my sad heart (ay me) is
9Or else with grief I long ago had died;
10But now, my soul, thou shalt
11Though my flesh trembles, ’tis good news for thee.
12For thou to heav’n again shall take thy flight
involved4in joy, life, love, and light.
14Then bid adieu to Death and her cursed
15For thou shalt never more return again
16To be afflicted here with grief and pain.