Robert Louis Stevenson



                   Requiem

                   (from Underwoods)


                   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 the will.
                    
                   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.


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