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Epitaph On A Child


Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of his parents’ eyes;
A gentler lamb ne’er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again.
Few were the days allotted to his breath;
Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.

Thomas Gray

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