When people have something special to say at special occasions, they still use poetry to elevate their expressions of feeling and thought. Yesterday John McCain’s son read this Robert Louis Stevenson poem at his father’s funeral service.
Requiem
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live 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 sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.”