Should gravely smile on me the gentle angel,
And take my hand and say, "My name is Death."
—Edward Rowland Sill.
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On parent knees, a naked, new-born child,
Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled:
So live that, sinking in thy last long sleep,
Calm thou may'st smile while all around thee weep.
—From the Persian.
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