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AFTERWARDS

IWhen I am dead do not weep, For death is the least of all ills, But say—Let him tranquilly sleep The sleep that all agony stills; He watched the strange pageant of life Through many wonderful years; He has done now with passion and strife, He has done now with hopes and with fears.
IIRejoice that I lived if you will, But oh! for my death never grieve, For then naught can touch me that's ill, And no loss can my spirit bereave: While we live joy is shadowed with fear, And pleasure is purchased with pain; Whatever to us is most dear Fate forbids us to reach or retain.

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