The following lines by Maltbie D. Babcock were read by him just before sailing abroad on the voyage from which he never returned:
Why be afraid of death as tho your life were
breath?
Death but anoints your eyes with clay. O,
glad surprise!
Why should you be forlorn? Death only
husks the corn.
Why should you fear to meet the Thresher
of the wheat?
Is sleep a thing to dread? Yet sleeping you
are dead
Till you awake and rise, here, or beyond
the skies.
Why should it be a wrench to leave your
wooden bench?
Why not with happy shout run home when
school is out?
The dear ones left behind--O foolish one
and blind.
A day, and you will meet-- a night, and you
will greet.
This is the death of death, to breathe away
a breath
And know the end of strife, and taste the
deathless life,
And joy without a fear, and smile without
a tear,
And work, nor care to rest, and find the last
the best.
Fernando Ortega sings "This is my father's world" by
clergyman, Maltbie D. Babcock
clergyman, Maltbie D. Babcock
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