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Death is before me today Like the recovery of a sick man, Like going
forth into a garden after sickness.

Death is before me today Like the odour of myrrh, Like sitting under the
sail on a windy day.

Death is before me today Like the odour of lotus flowers, Like sitting
on the shore of drunkenness.

Death is before me today Like the course of the freshet, Like the return
of a man from the war-galley to his house.

Death is before me today Like the clearing of the sky, Like a man
fowling towards that which he knows not.

Death is before me today As a man longs to see his house When he has
spent many years in captivity.

            "Death a Glad Release":
            (Translated from the Egyptian of an unknown poet
             of four thousand years ago--by James Henry
             Breasted.)

-- Notebooks Category 9: From Birth to Rebirth > Chapter 1 : Death, Dying, and Immortality > # 126