“Would that we two were lying
Beneath the churchyard sod,
With our limbs at rest in the green earth's breast,
And our souls at home with God.”

—  Charles Kingsley

The Saint's Tragedy (1848), Act ii, scene ix, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
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