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 'grave for me:/
Here he lies where he long'd to be;/Home is the sailor, home from the sea,/And the hunter home from the hill. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson (d. 1894).
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