Under no hero's star-shelled sky
Faith digs graves where the faithful lie,
Unheeded lives, that unheeded die -
   For they laid them down at your will.

These be the words they'll grave for thee -
"Here folk lie where a fool should be -
Blind to all mercy, deaf to men's plea
   Just a dumb knave down from the Hill."

                    (Apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson)