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When my father Joseph had thus spoken, he was unable to weep more. And I saw that death now had dominion over him.
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And my mother, virgin undefiled, rose and came to me, saying: O my beloved son, this pious old man Joseph is now dying.
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And I answered: Oh my dearest mother, assuredly upon all creatures produced in this world the same necessity of death lies; for death holds sway over the whole human race.
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Even you, O my virgin mother, must look for the same end of life as other mortals. And yet your death, as also the death of this pious man, is not death, but life enduring to eternity.
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Nay more, even I must die, as concerns the body which I have received from you. But rise, O my venerable mother, and go in to Joseph, that blessed old man, in order that you may see what will happen as his soul ascends from his body.