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;
Here let him sleep in peace his night of death.
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Epitaph on a Child
by Thomas Gray
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