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 gave 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.
I still say I Love You, But now there’s no reply. I always feel your presence As if you never left my side. I remember
This short poem acknowledges that we cannot stop old age or death, but assures us that even after a loved one has died, we can
A beautiful non-religious poem by Mosiah Lyman Hancock urging the narrator’s friend to only remember his virtues and achievements. Ironically, by acknowledging them, the poem
I send you to the restless sun Awaiting your sweet shine, And in between this world and next I’ll hold your hand in mine. For
