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I went to thank Her –
But She Slept –
Her Bed – a funneled Stone –
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot –
That Travellers – had thrown –

Who went to thank Her –
But She Slept –
‘Twas Short – to cross the Sea –
To look upon Her like – alive –
But turning back – ’twas slow –

A life must never be a box
…One’s holding almost thrilled,
…But closed, with candies filled,
When key’s at hand to open locks.

The comfort of the well-worn path
…May keep one from the new
…Where lies the golden dew,
While sparing but a little wrath.

When stranger of the moment knocks
…And has another’s trust,
…To shake his hand’s a must,
For worlds a greeting thus unlocks.

When we have ceased our earthly stay,
…May it be widely said
…And on our tombstones read
That here lies one who seized the day.

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The following is the epitaph placed on his daughter’s tomb by Mark Twain:

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.

Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, Good night.