Death is but crossing the world,as friend as do th seas;they live in one another still.For,they must
needs be present,that love and live in that which is omnipresent.In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free; as well as pure;this is the comfort of friens,that though they may be said to die,yet their friendship and society are,in the best sense,ever present,because immortal.
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