Upon the Grave of a Beggar

While as I lived no house I had,
Now dead I have a grave.
In life I lived in loathsome lack,
Now dead I nothing crave.
In life I lived an exile poor,
Now death brings rest to me.
In life poor naked soul unclad,
Now clad in clods ye see.
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