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 her sleep in peace his night of death.


Thomas Gray (1716 – 1771)

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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