The Poetry Corner

A Wish.

By W. M. MacKeracher

When my time comes to quit this pleasing scene, And drop from out the busy life of men; When I shall cease to be where I have been So willingly, and ne'er may be again; When my abandoned tabernacle's dust With dust is laid, and I am counted dead; Ere I am quite forgotten, as I must Be in a little while, let this be said: He loved this good God's world, the night and day, Men, women, children (these he loved the best); Pictures and books he loved, and work and play, Music and silence, soberness and jest; His mind was open, and his heart was gay; Green be his grave, and peaceful be his rest!