When these graven lines you see, 
Traveller, do not pity me; 
Though I be among the dead, 
Let no mournful word be said.

Children that I leave behind, 
And their children, all were kind; 
Near to them and to my wife, 
I was happy all my life.

My three sons I married right, 
And their sons I rocked at night; 
Death nor sorrow never brought 
Cause for one unhappy thought.

Now, and with no need of tears, 
Here they leave me, full of years,-- 
Leave me to my quiet rest 
In the region of the blest.