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Normale Version: Think upon Death, ‘tis good to think of Death,
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Think upon Death, ‘tis good to think of Death,
But better far to think upon the Dead.
Death is a spectre with a bony head,
Or the mere mortal body without breath,

The state foredoomed of every son of Seth,
Decomposition – dust, or dreamless sleep.
But the dear Dead are they for whom we weep,
For whom I credit all the Bible saith.

Dead is my father, dead is my good mother,
And what on earth have I to to but die?
But if by grace I reach the blessed sky,

I fain would see the same, and not another;
The very father that I used to see,
The mother that has nursed me on her knee.