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CCXXXVIII

The door of death is made of gold,

That mortal eyes cannot behold:--

But when the mortal eyes are closed,

And cold and pale the limbs reposed,

The Soul awakes and, wondering, sees

In her mild hand the golden keys.

--The grave is Heaven's golden gate,

And rich and poor around it wait.

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