Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of her parents' eyes:
A gentler Lamb ne'er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again:
Few were the days allotted to her breath;
Now let her sleep in peace her night of death.by Thomas Gray (1716-1771) (with slight edit)
May God bring solace to the Schindler family, and also be with the Schiavos and the Greers.
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