Thomas Gray

(1716-1771 / London / England)

Epitaph On A Child - Poem by Thomas Gray

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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  • Thabani KhumaloThabani Khumalo (6/16/2015 9:17:00 AM)

    I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.efd (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 28, 2014

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