"There lies a cold corpse upon the sands Down by the rolling sea; Close up the eyes and straighten the hands As a Christian man’s should be.Bury it deep, for the good of my soul, Six feet below the ground; Let the sexton come and the death-bell toll And good men stand around.Lay it among the churchyard stones, Where the priest hath bless’d the clay: I cannot leave the unburied bones, And I fain would go my way."
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Robert Hawker (poet)
Robert Stephen Hawker (3 December 1803 – 15 August 1875) was a British Anglican priest, poet, antiquarian and reputed eccentric, known to his parishioners as Parson Hawker.
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