Do not shed a single tear
O child without a care
For you know not the name and state
Of she who lies ‘neath here.
Do not count the heap of stones
That mark her head out from her toe
Respect the soil without lament
The life you owe draws from her bones.
Do not wish the moments by
In wist or futile reverie
Clutch not the shadow of her form
Hear not the golden angel cry.