The Hill of Death

No downward path to death we go
Through no dark shades or valleys low,
But up and on o’er rises bright
Toward the dawn of endless light.

For not in lowlands can we see
The path that was and that to be,
But on the height, just where the soul
Takes deeper breath to reach the goal.

There we can see the winding way
That we have journeyed all our day,
Then turn and view with spirits still
Our future home beyond the hill.