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tranquil shore / Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn / Disturbs the eternal sleep, / But in the stillness far withdrawn / Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

-Robert Louis Stevenson

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