As weary pilgrim, now at rest,
Hugs with delight his silent nest
His wasted limbes, now lye full soft
That myrie steps, haue troden oft
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By age and paines brought to decay and my Clay house mouldring away Oh how I long to be at rest and soare on high among the blest. beautiful poem beautiful write great 10+++++++
It is difficult to believe that there will be a time that we will gladly submit to death- but it does come to many who racked with pain, and tormented by vomiting, tired of being unable to even sit up in bed on their own... welcome death for life has totally forsaken them.
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