Can Death Be Sleep
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes
of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And
yet we think the greatest pain's to die.
How strange it is that man on earth
should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor
dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.
