Chapter VI

O happy warriors, forgive the tear Falling from eyes that miss you; Forgive the word of grief from mother-lips That ne'er on earth shall kiss you; Hear only what our hearts would have you hear,-- Glory and praise and gratitude and pride From the dear country in whose cause you died. Now you have run your race and won your prize, Old age shall never burden you, the fears And conflicts that beset our lingering years Shall never vex your souls in Paradise. Immortal, young, and crowned with victory, From life's long battle you have found release. And He who died for all on Calvary Has welcomed you, brave soldiers of the cross, Into eternal Peace.