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EPITAPHS

1810.

TRANSLATED FROM CHIABRERA

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          WEEP not, beloved Friends! nor let the air
          For me with sighs be troubled. Not from life
          Have I been taken; this is genuine life
          And this alone--the life which now I live
          In peace eternal; where desire and joy
          Together move in fellowship without end.--
          Francesco Ceni willed that, after death,
          His tombstone thus should speak for him. And surely
          Small cause there is for that fond wish of ours
          Long to continue in this world; a world                     10
          That keeps not faith, nor yet can point a hope
          To good, whereof itself is destitute.


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