The last line was cut off from the poem and a few people have requested
the whole poem.  Here it is again.
 
            Do not stand at his grave and weep
            he is not there, he does not sleep
            he is a thousand winds that blow
            he is the diamond gilt on snow
            he is the sunlight on the window pane
            he is the gentle autumn rain
            he is the dancing shadow just out of sight
            he is the soft stars that shine at night
            do not stand at his grave and cry
            he is not there - he did not die
            he lives each day in our hearts
            and one day soon we will join again
            and never part
[Posted in FML issue 1911]