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Emancipation

"Why be afraid of death, as tho' your life were breath
Death but anoints your eyes with clay

O glad surprise!

Why should you be forlorn? Death only husks the corn
Why should you fear to meet the thresher of the wheat
Is sleep a thing to dread? yet sleeping you are dead,
Till you awake & rise - here or beyond the skies.
Why not, with happy shout - run home when school is out
The dear ones left behind! Oh! foolish one & blind
A day and you will meet, a night & you will greet
This is the Death of deaths, to breathe away a breath,
And know the end of strife & taste the breathless life,
A joy without a fear & smile without a tear
And work nor care to rest & find the last the best."

After a pleasant meeting of two hours
and a social half hour before tea
We adjourned to Sunnyside the
house of Albina Stabler and Mary Osborne

8.28.1896 at 8pm.

Sarah E Stabler
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