WHEN these graven lines you see, Traveler, do not pity me; Though I be among the dead, Let no mournful word be said. Children that I leave behind, And their children, all were kind; Near to them and to my wife, I was happy all my life. My three sons I married right, And their sons I rocked at night; Death nor sorrow ever brought Cause for one unhappy thought. Now, and with no need of tears, Here they leave me, full of years,-- Leave me to my quiet rest In the region of the blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY THE WATCHMAN'S REPORT by JOHN BOWRING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WIDENING CIRCLES by EDWARD CARPENTER THE LAST PROOF; AN EPILOGUE TO ANY PROOF by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE GHOSTS OF AN OLD HOUSE: THE CALENDAR IN THE ATTIC by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER A CHRISTENING by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE THE LOVER by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT THE CRUEL MOON by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE COMICAL HISTORY OF ALPHONSUS, KING OF ARRAGON by ROBERT GREENE |