Remembering

                                 

    IN MEMORY OF DEPARTED COMRADES

          Do not stand at my grave and weep;
          I am not there. I do not sleep.

          I am a thousand winds that blow;
          I am the diamond glints on snow.
          I am the sunlight on ripened grain;

          I am the gentle autumn's rain.
          When you awaken in the morning's hush,

          I am the swift uplifting rush
          Of quiet birds in circled flight.

          I am the soft star that shines at night.
          Do not stand at my grave and cry.

          I am not there; I did not die in vain as
          long as my sacrifice is not forgotten.