The Burial of Robert Louis Stevenson at Samoa

WHERE shall we lay you down to rest?Where will you sleep the very best?Mirthful and tender, dear and true—Where shall we find a grave for you?

They thought of a spirit as brave as light,And they bore him up to a lonely height,And they laid him there, where he loved to be,On a mountain gazing o'er the sea!

They thought of a soul aflood with song,And they buried him where the summer longMyriad birds his requiem sing,And the echoing woods about him ring!

They thought of a love that life redeems,Of a heart the home of perfect dreams,And they left him there, where the worlds aspireIn the sunrise glow and the sunset fire!