And Sing Me to Sleep …
          –in homage to R.L. Stevenson (1850-1894)
by Vaughn Neeld

“Under the wide and starry sky,
dig the grave and let me lie”
upon the hill where I was born.
Sing a requiem, but do not mourn.
Recite these words to remember me:
home is the hunter, home on the hill,
blessed by the breeze and mockingbird's trill.
Home is the seeker to roam no more;
home is the sailor now come ashore;
home to the land where he wished to be.



 

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