Requiem
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I love and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
The Bard on the Hill 
One of my favourites as well
I marvel at the message with so few words. Remarkable.