"On a high hill in Samoa there is a grave. Inscribed on the marker are these words.
They appear in another place, as well-- scrawled on a shipping tag torn from a compressed-air cylinder, and pinned to the ground with a knife."
"Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie
Glad did I live and gladly die
And 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 the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.' "
from the story 'Requiem' , by R. A. Heinlein |
