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Random Poem of the Day

1When these graven lines you see,
2Traveler, do not pity me;
3Though I be among the dead,
4Let no mournful word be said.
5Children that I leave behind,
6And their children, all were kind;
7Near to them and to my wife,
8I was happy all my life.
9My three sons I married right,
10And their sons I rocked at night;
11Death nor sorrow ever brought
12Cause for one unhappy thought.
13Now, and with no need of tears,
14Here they leave me, full of years,--
15Leave me to my quiet rest
16In the region of the blest.