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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 longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."
--This is the epitaph Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) wrote for himself. It is carved on his gravestone at Vailima in Samoa.
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Born in peace ,lived in peace .Wished to die an'die at wish.
Posted by: dr mn misra | 20 July 2010 at 15:27
one must love & wish the inevitable to live in peace
Posted by: dr. m. n.misra | 12 January 2011 at 15:04