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The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy.

Let No Man Fear To Die, We Love To Sleep All, And Death Is But The Sounder Sleep.

Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.