TRICK, Bert

For Death Is Not The End

For death is not the end!

Though soul turns sour

And faith dry-rots.

Let maggots feed on flesh

That once was blossom pink

And memory sink

Beneath the dust of falling years,

Yet death is not the end!

For death is not the end!

For death is not the end!

Lungs chewed by poison gas

Attemp to sing.

Or woman ript with child

Comfort the smiling flower,

And good deeds done

Bring forth dead fruit,

Hold fast to hope

For death is not the end!

For death is not the end!

Moves a soul in some dark cranny

Like a fluttering bird

In upward sweep ascends

To some high altitude,

Where breathes a living God,

Then death is not the end!

For death is not the end!