They whispered one another, "He is dying."

And he said, "I am. My age is falling from me like a garment, and I

move towards the star as a child. And O, my Father, now I thank thee

that it has so often opened, to receive those dear ones who await me!"

And the star was shining; and it shines upon his grave.

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