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An Angel Took Flight Tonight

Article posted on Sunday, November, 25th, 2007 at 7:46 am

A dear friend of mine passed away a few hours ago. She was just 35.

    Fear no more the heat of the sun,
    Nor the furious winter’s rages;
    Thou thy worldly task hast done,
    Home are gone and ta’en thy wages.
    Golden lads and girls all must,
    As chimney-sweepers come to dust.

    Fear no more the frown o’ the great,
    Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
    Care no more to clothe and eat;
    To thee the reed is as the oak.
    The scepter, learning, physic, must
    All follow this, and come to dust.

    Fear no more the lightning-flash,
    Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
    Fear not slander, censure rash;
    Thou has finished joy and moan.
    All lovers young, all lovers must
    Consign to thee, and come to dust.

    No exorciser harm thee!
    Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
    Ghost unlaid forebear thee!
    Quiet consummation have,
    And renowned be thy grave.

    — William Shakespeare


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