Quote#Death
There is no death—the thing that we call death
Quote byRichard Henry Stoddard · 1825–1903
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Poems of Richard Henry Stoddard (1880), "Hymn to the Sea", p. 498..
English (original)
There is no death—the thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life, Which is itself an insufficient name, Faint recognition of that unknown Life— That Power whose shadow is the Universe.
— Richard Henry Stoddard
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