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58 Saint’s Repose




Death is to us a sweet repose,
The bud was spread to show the rose,
The case was broke to let us fly, 
And build our happy nests on high. 

Then, said I, O, to mount away, 
And leave this clog of heavy clay, 
Let wings of time more swiftly fly, 
That I may join the songs on high.


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