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To the Passenger

by Robert Herrick, 1648

If I lie unburied, sir,
These my relics pray inter:
’Tis religion’s part to see
Stones or turfs to cover me.
One word more I had to say:
But it skills not; go your way;
He that wants a burial room
For a stone, has Heaven his tomb.

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