Here lies I,
Killed by a sky-
Rocket in my eye.

From the Baltimore Sun:

He heard the angels calling him
From the celestial shore,
He flapped his wings and away he went
To make one angel more.

Shall all we die?
We shall die all.
All die shall we?
Die all we shall.

How sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blest,
They sleep not in their regimentals,
Such things being here not deemed essentials.