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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
A Welcome to Death
By Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864)
 
AS he who baskt in sunshine loves to go
Where in dim coolness graceful laurels grow;
In that lone narrow path whose silent sand
Hears of no footstep, while some gentle hand
Beckons, or seems to beckon, to the seat        5
Where ivied wall and trellised woodbine meet:
Thus I, of ear that tingles not to praise,
And feet that, weary of the world’s highways,
Recline on moldering tree or jutting stone,
And (though at last I feel I am alone)        10
Think by a gentle hand mine too is prest
In kindly welcome to a calmer rest.
 
 
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