The death they say was suicide;
He reads—‘Here lieth W. W.
Who never more will trouble you, trouble you;’
The old man smokes who ’tis that died.
XLI.
Go home, go home—Old Man, go home;
Peter lay thee down at night,
Thou art happy, Peter Bell,
Say thy prayer for Alice Fell,
Thou hast seen a blessed sight.