She maketh me to lie down in free pages;
She leadeth me beside the tagged pointers.
She restoreth my memory;
She leadeth me in the paths of finalization for her name's sake.
I will fear no memory leaks; for thou art with me;
Thy mark and thy sweep they comfort me.
Thou anointest my stack with root references;
My nursery runneth over.
And I will dwell in the heap of the GC for ever.