Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
And may you happy live, And long us bless.
Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.