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II. EPITAPH.
“His sacred sleep Acanthian Saon lies
“Here slumbering; say not that the good man dies.”
“Here slumbering; say not that the good man dies.”
ON THE SAME.
Like golden hues, when tempests flee,
Which may an evening sky illume;
Like moon-beams on a stormy sea;
Or lamp that burns within a tomb;—
Which may an evening sky illume;
Like moon-beams on a stormy sea;
Or lamp that burns within a tomb;—
Such was this truth at random thrown
Which shed its light upon a grave;
Yet 'twas enough if rightly known
To cheer in life, in death to save.
Which shed its light upon a grave;
Yet 'twas enough if rightly known
To cheer in life, in death to save.
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