Let them bestow on ev'ry airth a limb; <br /> Open all my veins, that I may swim <br /> To Thee, my Saviour, in that crimson lake; <br /> Then place my parboil'd head upon a stake, <br /> Scatter my ashes, throw them in the air: <br /> Lord (since Thou know'st where all these atoms are) <br /> I'm hopeful once Thou'lt recollect my dust, <br /> And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.<br /><br />James Graham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-himself-upon-hearing-what-was-his-sentence/
