Dear Sisters

when i die i pray you,
my dear sisters,
will tell your children
that their uncle
was such a vile man—

for if they thought
that he was a man
of virtue, of piety,
and of beauty,
they would weep

bitterly for his death
and think sourly,
hatefully of the world
and of God
who took him away.

but if they feel
that their uncle was low
and not of virtue at all,
they will think nothing
of his death;

they will think nothing
of the world.

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