<h2><SPAN name="page174"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>‘THERE IS NO DEATH, THERE ARE NO DEAD’</h2>
<p style="text-align: center">(<i>Suggested by the book of Mr.
Ed. C. Randall</i>.)</p>
<p class="poetry">‘There is no death, there are no
dead.’<br/>
From zone to zone, from sphere to sphere,<br/>
The souls of all who pass from here<br/>
By hosts of living thoughts are led;<br/>
And dark or bright, those souls must tread<br/>
The paths they fashioned year on year.<br/>
For hells are built of hate or fear,<br/>
And heavens of love our lives have shed.</p>
<p class="poetry">Across unatlassed worlds of space,<br/>
And through God’s mighty universe,<br/>
With thoughts that bless or thoughts that curse,<br/>
Each journeys to his rightful place.<br/>
Oh, greater truth no man has said,<br/>
‘There is no death, there are no
dead.’</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page175"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
175</span>It lifts the mourner from the sod,<br/>
And bids him cast away the reed<br/>
Of some uncomforting poor creed,<br/>
And walk with Knowledge for a rod.<br/>
It bids the doubter seek the broad<br/>
Vast fields, where living facts will feed<br/>
All those whose patience proves their need<br/>
Of these immortal truths of God.</p>
<p class="poetry">It brings before the eyes of faith<br/>
Those realms of radiance, tier on tier,<br/>
Where our beloved ‘dead’ appear,<br/>
More beautiful because of ‘death.’<br/>
It speaks to grief: ‘Be comforted;<br/>
There is no death, there are no dead.’</p>
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