Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantomby?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain#s todie.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantomby?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain#s todie.
