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 I gazed upon the glorious sky
 And the green mountains round,
  And thought that when I came read more 
 I gazed upon the glorious sky
 And the green mountains round,
  And thought that when I came to lie
   At rest within the ground,
    'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June
     When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
      And groves a joyous sound,
       The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
        The rich, green mountain-turf should break. 
 I was able to go to Iraq.. to the place my son died..
and fill my promise to my wife read more 
 I was able to go to Iraq.. to the place my son died..
and fill my promise to my wife to put a crucifix on
the spot.. and bring home some of the blood
drenched dirt..and plant a white rose bush in it
Military Families Speak Out.. broadcast on C Span. 
 Of all
 The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show
  Who car'd about the corpse? read more 
 Of all
 The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show
  Who car'd about the corpse? The funeral
   Made the attraction, and the black the woe;
    There throbb'd not there a thought which pierc'd the pall. 
There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.
There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.
Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.
Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
 Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;
 Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
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 Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;
 Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
  With here and there a violet bestrown,
   Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
    And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave. 
 See yonder maker of the dead man's bed,
 The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle,
  Of hard, unmeaning face, down read more 
 See yonder maker of the dead man's bed,
 The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle,
  Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole
   A gentle tear.