Rest of these bones, make only quiet here,

Once life did rage but for a dying cause—

And live I did, brash, proud, bereft of fear,

Save for the reverence owed almighty God.

I breathed the sunshine, swallowed up the rain

And tacked my sails to favor eye of wind;

No storm arose o’er which I could not reign,

No solemn sun could scorch my vision blind.

From desert sand unto the arctic snow,

From steaming jungles to tall mountains grand,

A child unleashed upon a brazen world—

There proven true to best the state of man.

These relics sleep, their service here now done;

A simple stone to mark a course well run.