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  • Eulogy and Tributes
    • Poems I >
      • A Reflection on a Autumn day
      • God looked around his Garden (God's Garden)
      • I'll be there
      • Is there another world for this frail dust
      • Music when soft voice die
      • Not in Vain Emily Dickinson
      • There's a door that never closes
      • When I Come to the end of my journey
      • You gave no one a last farewell
      • You left quietly without a fuss
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  • Eulogy and Tributes
    • Poems I >
      • A Reflection on a Autumn day
      • God looked around his Garden (God's Garden)
      • I'll be there
      • Is there another world for this frail dust
      • Music when soft voice die
      • Not in Vain Emily Dickinson
      • There's a door that never closes
      • When I Come to the end of my journey
      • You gave no one a last farewell
      • You left quietly without a fuss
  • Non-Religious Funeral Service
  • New Page
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Fear no more the heat o’ the sun
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak;
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish’d joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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