第71章 你受祝福的梦（2/2）

使可怕的死亡变成甜蜜的解脱。

If thgs go ill or well，

If joy reboundg spreads the face，

Or sea of sorrows swells，

It is a drea， a py.

A py， we each have a part

Eae to weep h as ay；

Eae his dress to don，

Alternate she or ra.

Thou drea， O blessed drea！

Spread far ahy veil of haze，

Tone down the les so sharp，

Make sooth what roughness sees.

No agic butthee！

Thy touch akes desert bloo to life，

Harsh thunder， sweetest song，

Fell death， the sweet release.