Why should we fear that which will come to all? I wish to take from every grave its fear...All should be brave enough to meet what all the dead have met.
(From Ingersoll’s eulogy for his brother, Ebon) --
…in the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening can hear the rustling of a wing. My brother who sleeps here, when dying, and mistaking the approach of death with the return of health, whispered with his last breath: “I am better now.” Let us believe, in spite of doubt and dogmas, of fears and tears, that these dear words are true for all the countless dead.
…in the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening can hear the rustling of a wing. My brother who sleeps here, when dying, and mistaking the approach of death with the return of health, whispered with his last breath: “I am better now.” Let us believe, in spite of doubt and dogmas, of fears and tears, that these dear words are true for all the countless dead.
