The Dead

    Hail and farewell to those who fought and died,
    Not laughingly adventurous, nor pale
    With idiot hatred, nor to fill the tale
    Of racial selfishness and patriot pride,
    But merely that their own souls rose and cried
    Alarum when they heard the sudden wail
    Of stricken freedom and along the gale
    Saw her eternal banner quivering wide.

    Farewell, high-hearted friends, for God is dead
    If such as you can die and fare not well
    If when you fall your gallant spirit fail.
    You are with us still, and can we be adread
    Though hell gape, bloody-fanged and horrible?
    Glory and hope of us who love you, Hail!