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Here 'neath this little heap of crumbling leaves Lies all that once was beautiful and gay. A gentle fate to rest in perfumed graves, To moulder where the sweetest flowers decay.
Reader reflect that what thou art I was, A weary mortal struggling on my path, Subjected too to death by nature's laws, I rose endowed with all a spirit hath.