There is a landscape broader than the one you see,
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go,
Some call it death, we call it immortality.
You call it death__this seeming endless sleep,
We call it birth__the soul at last set free.
Tis hampered not by time or space__you weep.
Why weep at death__tis immortality.
Farewell dear voyager__’twill not be long
Your work is done__now may peace rest with thee.
Your kindly thoughts and deeds__they still live on,
This is not death__’tis immortality.
Farewell dear voyageur__the river winds and turns,
The cadence of your song wafts near to me.
And now you know the thing that all men learn;
There is no death__there’s immortality.
Reverend Jesse Halsey
Southampton L.I.May 20 1932