If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.
- Mary Lee Hall
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Thanks, Katelyn, good choice.
Two things I learned: this poem is on the home page of the website for Arlington National Cemetery, and it was read at Princess Diana's funeral in 1997 by her sister.
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