Take to thy bosom, gentle earth, a swain <br />With much hard labor in thy service worn! <br />He set the vines that clothe yon ample plain, <br />And he these olives that the vale adorn. <br />He fill'd with grain the glebe; the rills he led <br />Through this green herbage, and those fruitful bowers; <br />Thou, therefore, earth! lie lightly on his head, <br />His hoary head, and deck his grave with flowers.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph-2-from-the-greek/
