Death a Most Merciful Master
Life it is
That is the cruel mistress
Who in birth brings pain
Begetting bountiful suffering
And it is a grand paradox
That this mistress we most miss
And find of our fleeting pleasures most remiss
When we linger upon our master's dark door
Death is the master of the house
Stern, absolute, silent
And yet in his stark, fast, unerring ways
A most merciful gentleman
In company with his lady
by Hugh M. Lewis
Seasons
Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way
2005
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