If I should go before the rest of you 
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, 
Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice 
But be the usual selves that I have known. 
Weep if you must, Parting is hell, 
But Life goes on, So sing as well.

An honest man here lies at rest, 
The friend of man, the friend of truth, 
The friend of age, and guide of youth: 
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd, 
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd; 
If there's another world, he lives in bliss; 
If there is none, he made the best of this.