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 grave for me:
   Here he lies where he long’d to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
   And the hunter home from the hill.

Grave of Robert Louis Stevenson

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