I gazed upon the glorious sky
And the green mountains round,
And thought that when I came to lie
At rest within the ground,
'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June
When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound,
The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
The rich, green mountain-turf should break.

Poems... (Third edition [re-arranged by the author].) With illustrations by E. Leutze, etc. [With a portrait.] (ed. 1847)