THE EPITAPH |
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Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth | |
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown. | |
Fair Science frown’d not on his humble birth, | |
And Melancholy mark’d him for her own. | |
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, | |
Heav’n did a recompense as largely send: | |
He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear, | |
He gain’d from Heav’n (’twas all he wish’d) a friend. | |
No farther seek his merits to disclose, | |
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, | |
(There they alike in trembling hope repose) | |
The bosom of his Father and his God. | |
— Thomas Gray | |
Excerpt from his poem: “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard“ | |
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On This Day In: | |
2015 | Let There Be Light |
2014 | Unless |
2013 | Divergent Roads To Similarity? |
2012 | In The Process |
2011 | What Do You Emphasize? |
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In Trembling Hope Repose
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