"If I should die and leave you here awhile,
Be not like others, sore undone, who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life & smile, nerving thy heart & trembling hand to do that which will comfort other souls than thine;
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine, And I, perchance, may there in comfort you."
Mary Lee Hall
"No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
yours still, you mine.
Remember all the best of our past moments,
and forget the rest;
and so to where I wait, come gently on."
William Allingham
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