When mortal coil doth shuffle off its weight,
And time doth end its endless, cruel race,
The silent night shall open heaven’s gate,
To welcome souls with arms of pure embrace.

In dreams, we ponder life beyond the veil,
Where shadows dance and whispers softly fade,
Our fragile forms, to nature’s course, assail,
Yet hearts remember love that ne’er will jade.

The reaper’s hand, though feared, is gentle still,
For death, though dark, is but a passage true,
To realms where light and peace our spirits fill,
And sorrow’s tears transform to morning dew.

So let us face the night with courage bold,
Embrace the rest that ends our earthly quest,
For in that sleep, we find a story told,
Of endless love and everlasting rest.