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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=559488" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ipse Requie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=559488" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'd like to die in September, <br>For die I eventually must, <br>When Connecticut's leaves, I remember, <br>Are beginning to turn into rust; <br>And Coronado's barrier island<br>Has battled her hurricanes all, <br>And our home was safe on the high land; <br>Yes, I'd like to go in the fall.<br>When the pecans are coming in season<br>By Chattahoochee's shore, <br>And these Islands, for God's love and reason, <br>Where the wind and the surf can both roar.<br>It's the month of my birth and my mother's, <br>It's the time I would joyfully go; <br>I can leave this old world to you others, <br>Free of pain, free of care, free of woe.<br>So, Dear God, if you're list'ning in Heaven, <br>One last blessing I ask of You now; <br>I thank You for all You have given, <br>And for all that I've left to endow.<br>Please let me die in September, <br>With blessings to all that I love, <br>And when this old body's an ember, <br>Let my soul be in Heaven above.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Bliven+Morin">John Bliven Morin</a></strong></div>