Текст оригинала на английском языке
Epitaph on a Child
Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies A child, the darling of his parents' eyes: A gentler lamb n'er sported on the plain, A fairer flower will never bloom again: Few were the days allotted to his breath; Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.
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