Go to the grave where friends are laid, <br />And learn how quickly mortals fade, <br />Learn how the fairest flower must droop, <br />Learn how the strongest form must stoop, <br />Learn that we are but dust and clay, <br />The short-liv'd creatures of a day. <br />Yet do not sigh -- there is a clime, <br />Where they will dwell through endless time, <br />Who here on earth their Maker serve, <br />And never from his precepts swerve. <br />The grave to them is but a road, <br />That leads them to that blest abode.<br /><br />Nathaniel Hawthorne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-to-the-grave/
