Funeral Poems & Readings

Finis

A funeral poem for comfort during unsettling times

Finis

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm‘d both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

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