"When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny after ward, I shall be gl...
Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shoreWhere neither piping bird nor peeping dawnDisturbs the eternal sleep,But in the stillness far withdrawnOur dreamless rest for evermore we keep.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shoreWhere nei...
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