Beyond Is The Infinite Morning Of A Day Without A Tomorrow.
Variations and History:
This epitaph is taken from a line of Wenonah Stevens Abbott's poem, A Soul's Soliloquy, which often is shortened to only the first stanza when quoted.
A Soul's Soliloquy
Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing,
Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow,
Beyond is the Infinite morning
of a day without a tomorrow.
Go back to dust and decay,
Body, grown weary and old;
You are worthless to me from today;
No longer my should you can hold.
I lay you down gladly forever,
For a life that is better than this;
I go where partings ne'er sever,
You into oblivion's abyss.
Lo, the gate swings wide at my knocking;
Across endless reaches I see
Lost friends, with a laughter come flocking
To give a glad welcome to me.
Farewell, the maze has been threaded,
This is the ending of strife;
Say not that death should be dreaded,
'Tis but the beginning of life.
- Wenonah Stevens Abbott