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To The Passenger.
By Robert Herrick
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.
Extra Info:
Religion's, orig. ed. religious.
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