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I do not fear to lay my body down
   In death, to share
The life of the dark earth and lose my own,
   If God is there.

I have so loved all sense of Him, sweet might
   Of color and sound,—
His tangible loveliness and living light
   That robes me ’round.

If to His heart in the hushed grave and dim
   We sink more near,
It shall be well—living we rest in Him.
   Only I fear

Lest from my God in lonely death I lapse,
   And the dumb clod
Lose him; for God is life, and death perhaps
   Exile from God.