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Death, come2
, and welcome3
; thou art my ancient friend,2Of all my suff’rings, thou wilt make an
end4
.3Young children cry, or grumble at the best,
4To go to bed; I know it is my rest.
5
Therefore as cheerfully5
I’ll lay me down6In dust as in the daintiest bed of
down6
.7Where I to my
first principles7
must turn,8And
take a nap in black oblivion’s urn8
.9Until
the sun of life9
arise in glory—10And then begins my everlasting
story10
.