human
God was merciful to the end, sparing her and hers the agony of a frenzied parting, giving proof to those who were left of the glory and happiness in store for her, by those few words,
gpt
Cry of the Human.
human
We tremble by the harmless bed Of one loved and departed; Our tears drop on the lips that said Last night, 'Be stronger-hearted!' O God! to clasp those fingers close, And yet to feel so lonely! To see a light upon such brows, Which is the daylight only! Be pitiful, O God!
gpt
The sting of death is sin,