Where you did rest; and all the way is overstrown
With flowers; flower-wreathed you see the plow and pruning-hook.
And on that Mount there comes to you a fadeless crown.
“To Faithfulness there comes a crown, a Crown of Life;
’Tis one the Lord doth give to those who serve Him well,
To heroes true and strong amid the daily strife
’Tween right and wrong. For such, the sweetest anthems swell
By holy angels sung, and joy on earth is rife,
While thro’ the vanished years you hear a golden bell.
“Foremost in every noble work, in every cause