Death is a grief,
When it comes like a thief
To tyrannize your loved ones,
And take them ‘mid tears.

Death is like an angel,
Who comes to save you from danger ;
When you are critically ill,
And lost all the hopes to recover.

Death is such a relief,
When it takes your grief,
And comes like a breeze,
Giving you rest, and peace.

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Death can be a grief to one, and a relief to another.