“Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;
Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore
Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn
Disturbs the eternal sleep,
But in the stillness far withdrawn
Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.”
More from Robert Louis Stevenson
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“An intelligent person, looking out of his eyes and hearkening in his ears, with a smile on…”
“There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy.”