Poem by Thomas Gray

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If I should die and leave you
Be not like the others, quick undone
Who keep long vigils by the silent
dust and weep.

For my sake turn to life and smile
Nerving thy heart and trembling
hand to comfort weaker souls than thee.
Complete these unfinished tasks of mine
And I perchance may therein comfort thee. 

1. The Triumphs of Owen
2. On the Death of a Favourite Cat
3. A Long Story
4. The Curse Upon Edward
5. Epitaph on a Child

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