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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

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)

Think by a gentle hand mine too is prest

In kindly welcome to a calmer rest.