Tis not that Dying hurts us so

335'Tis not that Dying hurts us so —'Tis Living — hurts us more —But Dying — is a different way —A Kind behind the Door —The Southern Custom — of the Bird —That ere the Frosts are due —Accepts a better Latitude —We — are the Birds — that stay.

The Shrivers round Farmers' doors —For whose reluctant Crumb —We stipulate — till pitying

Persuade our Feathers Home.