"dont stand at my grave and weep;
i am not there. i do not sleep.
i am a thousand winds that blow.
i am the diamond glints in snow.
i am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
i am the gentle autumn rain.
when you awaken in the morning’s hush,
i am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
i am the soft stars that shine at night.
dont stand at my grave and cry;
i am not there. i did not die."

How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shine his countless good deeds in this weary world.