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"Tired with all these, for restful death I cry." -Author:William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Sonnet 66.

of erring in this desert Life, Weary of hoping hopes for ever vain, Weary of struggling in all- sterile strife, Weary of thought which maketh nothing plain, I close my eyes and calm my panting breath, And pray to Thee, O ever-quiet Death! To come and soothe away my bitter pain.

The strong shall strive,-may they be victors crowned; The wise still seek,—may they at length find Truth; The young still hope,-may purest love be found To make their age more glorious than their youth.