Lament Poem by John I Nash

On a rainy night with not a star in the sky, dig my grave and lower my coffin into the earth and there I shall lie. The rain gave me comfort in life, as it does now in death. Gather not my friends to mourn, but let them revel that this mortal is set free, as a slave that has slipped his chains. For sorrow I wish not hear from anyone dear. No anguish, no pain or distain shall I endure. All human frailties have taken wing followed by my soul such as it might be, for my father to see. He judges not like you and me, but has sent angels for myself and loneliness I shall not see again. My epitaph to read in memory of one buried here, He lived life as good as he could, but this mortal man will always be misunderstood