Pain and gain, a magic door
To open what was hid before,
An ocean without any shore--
I've looked at death that way.
But now the door is locked and closed.
Goodness and glory, what are those?
A life imperfect clinging flows
And shortens every day.
I've looked at death from both sides now,
From hope and fear, and still somehow
The fruitless tears collect and fall.
I never did know death at all.