So young to die. On lip and cheek and forehead
Still flame youth's brilliant colors, white and red,
And your clear eyes so full of hope and courage,
Must we tomorrow count you with the dead?
All life before you; glad and useful hours
Lay shining in your path unsullied, clear,
Youth's dreams fulfilled in manhood's ampler duties,
A wife, a home, and all that we hold dear
Vanished. In one short hour's tragic action,
Swept from the world of man and manly ways.