Requiem

Requiem
                        -Robert Louis Stevenson

                         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 garve for me:

                                     Here he lies where he longed to be;

                                     Home is the sailor, home from sea,

                                   And the hunter hoem from the hill.