Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – but not too longAnd not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me – but let me go.For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss Me – But Let me Go!