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My Epitaph.
Below lies one whose mame was traced in sand.He died, not knowing what it was to live:
Died, while the first sweet consiciousness of manhood
And maiden thought eletrified his soul,
Faint beatings in the calyx of the rose.
Bewildered reader! pass without a sigh,
In a proud sorrow ! There is life with God,
In other kingdom of a sweeter air;
In Eden every flower is blown: Amen.
DAVID GRAY.
September 27, 1861.
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