Chapter 33 Requiescat In Peace

Fear no more the beat o' th' sun,

Nor the furious winter's rages;

Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone and ta'en thy wages.

Cymbeline.

While day and night can bring delight,

Or nature aught of pleasure give;

While joys above my mind can move,

For thee, and thee alone I live:

When that grim foe of joy below

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