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''When man is born, he wails,
While all around are glad;
But when he's dead, he smiles,
Whilst all around are sad!
Oh, rather weep awhile
With the sob of his first breath;
And smile with his last smile,
The glad sweet smile of death!
For what are smiles of Earth
Beside the perfect grace,
That ecstasy of birth,
Which lights the calm dead face,
When we, escape at last
From lives and deaths , attain,
With all our wanderings past,
The Peace of Nirvan's Plane.''
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