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DEATH by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

First Line: STORM AND STRIFE AND STRESS
Last Line: DAY RIDES THE HILLS OF DEATH.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
STORM and strife and stress,
Lost in a wilderness,
Groping to find a way,
Forth to the haunts of day

Sudden a vista peeps,
Out of the tangled deeps,
Only a point -- the ray
But at the end is day.

Dark is the dawn and chill,
Daylight is on the hill,
Night is the flitting breath,
Day rides the hills of death.



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