Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

(Eternity) a moment standing still for ever.

That golden key That opes the palace of eternity.

For who would lose, / Though full of pain, this intellectual being, / Those thoughts that wander through eternity, / To perish rather, swallowed up and lost / In the wide womb of uncreated night, / Devoid of sense and motion?

We do not need to grieve for the dead. Why should we grieve for them? They are now in a place where there is no more shadow, darkness, loneliness, isolation, or pain. They are home.

It is often the last key on the ring which opens the door