Requium

Requium

     Under the wide and starry sky,
     Dig the grave and let me lie.
     Glad did I live and gladly die,
     And I laid me down with a will.

     This be the verse you grave for me:
     Here he lies where he longed to be;
     Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
    And the hunter home from the hill.
                             Robert Louis Stevenson