And heaped a grave up over my head.
The preacher commended my soul to God,
And they said that I was dead.
They did not know that lying so still
I could hear all the better the words they said___
They did not know that I felt a thrill
Of pleasure at knowing that I was dead !
For resting so peacefully here I know
That the struggle is over and I am free;
And I need not care now for the debts that I owe
Or the debts that are owing to me.
__Albert Bigelow Paine.