Poem for January 25, 2027

Under this marble, or under this sill,

Or under this turf, or e'en what they will;

Whatever an heir, or a friend in his stead,

Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head,

Lies one who ne'er cared, and still cares not a pin

What they said, or may say, of the mortal within:

But who, living and dying, serene still and free,

Trusts in God, that as well as he was, he shall be.