Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
George Lathrop - Dreams and Days
