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Somewhere there is a spot of ground, / Covered with grass, or snow, may-be, / That one day will be spaded 'round / And dug up to make room for me.
And I unconsciously have trod, / Perhaps, and so again may tread / Upon the very voiceless sod, / That will be roof above my head.
Somewhere upon the earth to-day / Are dwelling men, who yet shall spade / And cut and dig the earth away, / Until my narrow house is made.
Perchance they have clasped hands with me; / Those hands, that, after I am dead, / Shall measure me so reverently, / To find how long to make my bed.
How strangely, solemn thoughts like these / Will come, when life seems blithe and gay; / Like voices of the passing breeze, / Saying "All things must pass away-"