Lord And Lady
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#89 Lord And Lady
In the valley in the shadow of the mountain of death,
One man journeys through the vale of tears.
In the valley in the shadow of the mountain of death,
One man walks alone with his fears,
In the valley in the shadow of the mountain of death,
Each man walks alone.
In the valley in the shadow of the mountain of death,
Where lost souls wail and moan.
In the valley in the shadow of the mountain of death,
Each man must beware;
For the valley in the shadow of the mountain of death,
Is filled with hopeless despair.
But as I walk in the valley of the shadow of death,
Someone walks beside me;
The Lord and Lady, Might and Right,
Are there to guard and guide me.
"And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings." W. Shakespeare
"And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living." T.S.
Eliot
"While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun." Edward Young
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