Requiem
by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

Here may the winds about me blow,
Here the sea may come and go
Here lies peace forevermo’
And the heart for aye shall be still.

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