Poem by Thomas Gray

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. 

1. The Triumphs of Owen
2. On the Death of a Favourite Cat
3. A Long Story
4. The Curse Upon Edward
5. Sonnet on the Death of Mr Richard West

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