Epitaph For A Child

Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:

A gentler lamb n'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 (1716 - 1771)

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