JUST PASSING

Passing out of the shadow into a purer light,
Stepping behind the curtain, Getting a clearer sight,
Laying aside the burden, this weary mortal coil,
Done with the world vexations,  done with tears and toil,

Tired with earth's playthings, heartsick and ready to sleep,
Ready to bid our friends farewell, wondering why they weep,
Passing out of the shadow, into eternal day,
Why do we call it dying, this sweet going away.

Author unknown for the above poem.