Lie Down to Pleasant Dreams

Day 208…

This morning I will read a portion of “Thanatopsis” by William Cullen Bryant at Ms. Joyce’s funeral.  Ms. Joyce and I had a special relationship.  (See my July 24 post “Onwards and Upwords”) 

She would often quote “Thanatopsis” with reverence, her voice dropping when she reached the end.  She was sharing  sacred words with me.  My wish today is to pass on a small piece of the Ms. Joyce I knew.

 So live, that when thy summons comes to join  
The innumerable caravan which moves  
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take  
His chamber in the silent halls of death,  
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,  
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed  
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave  
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch   
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.  

Writing topic:  Death


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