If I should die and leave you here a while.
Be not like others, soon undone, who keep
Long vigil by the silent dust and weep.
For my sake, turn again to life and smile,
Nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
Something to comfort weaker hearts than thine.
Complete those dear, unfinished tasks of mine,
And I, perchance, may therein comfort you.
--Thomas Gray