Poem / A Happy Man

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When these graven lines you see,

Traveller, do not pity me;

Though I be among the dead,

Let no mournful word be said.

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Children that I leave behind,

And their children, all were kind;

Near to them and to my wife,

I was happy all my life.

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My three sons I married right,

And their sons I rocked at night;

Death nor sorrow never brought

Cause for one unhappy thought.

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Now, and with no need of tears,

Here they leave me, full of years,

Leave me to my quiet rest

In the region of the blest.

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