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Aphra Behn - Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child
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This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
   Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;
   The softest pratler that e`er found a Tongue,
   His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ;
   Which now each List`ning Angel smiling hears,
   Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres;
   Wanton as unfledg`d Cupids, ere their Charms
   Has learn`d the little arts of doing harms ;
   Fair as young Cherubins, as soft and kind,
 And tho translated could not be refin`d ;
 The Seventh dear pledge the Nuptial Joys had given,
 Toil`d here on Earth, retir`d to rest in Heaven ;
 Where they the shining Host of Angels fill,
 Spread their gay wings before the Throne, and smile.
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