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EUTHANASIA.
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When Time, or soon or late, shall bringThe dreamless sleep that lulls the dead,
Oblivion! may thy languid wing
Wave gently o'er my dying bed!
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No band of friends or heirs be there,To weep, or wish, the coming blow:
No maiden, with dishevelled hair,
To feel, or feign, decorous woe.
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But silent let me sink to Earth,With no officious mourners near:
I would not mar one hour of mirth,
Nor startle Friendship with a fear.
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Yet Love, if Love in such an hourCould nobly check its useless sighs,
Might then exert its latest power
In her who lives, and him who dies.
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'Twere sweet, my Psyche! to the lastThy features still serene to see:
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E'en Pain itself should smile on thee.
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But vain the wish—for Beauty stillWill shrink, as shrinks the ebbing breath;
And Woman's tears, produced at will,
Deceive in life, unman in death.
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Then lonely be my latest hour,Without regret, without a groan;
For thousands Death hath ceased to lower,
And pain been transient or unknown.
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“Aye but to die, and go,” alas!Where all have gone, and all must go!
To be the nothing that I was
Ere born to life and living woe!
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Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen,Count o'er thy days from anguish free,
And know, whatever thou hast been,
'Tis something better not to be.
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