Waiting For Death.
Di morte certo. My death must come; but when, I do not know: Life's short, and little life remains for me: Fain would my flesh abide; my soul would flee Heavenward, for still she calls on me to go. Blind is the world; and evil here below O'erwhelms and triumphs over honesty: The light is quenched; quenched too is bravery: Lies reign, and truth hath ceased her face to show. When will that day dawn, Lord, for which he waits Who trusts in Thee? Lo, this prolonged delay Destroys all hope and robs the soul of life. Why streams the light from those celestial gates, If death prevent the day of grace, and stay Our souls for ever in the toils of strife?
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"Di morte certo...."
This evocative piece by Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni, titled "Waiting For Death.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...