Of that dear boy who vanished from your sight,
And left you weeping o’er the vacant place
He used to fill at night,—
Who left you dazed, bewildered, on a day
That echoed wild huzzas, and roar of guns
That drowned the farewell words you tried to say
To incoherent ones;—
Be glad and proud you had the life to give—
Be comforted through all the years to come,—
Your country has a longer life to live,