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Epitaph On A Child
(1716-1771 / London / England)

Epitaph On 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.

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I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.efd