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Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore. Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn. Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn. Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

Robert Louis Stevenson