BY DR. AGONSON
Behold, O man, thy witless end
—precursor Age overshadows;
what once so sharp has been made dull—
and I, hungering, at your door
prepare to swallow up your life.
Replied a Voice:
Be not afraid to face the end;
Prepare to enter this shadow.
What’s that? Fear not, Death’s teeth are dull,
and I, you know, I am the door,
present always, leading to life.