Hell and its demons were beck’ning her in;

The tone of an urchin, like one who forgives,

Drew her back and in heaven that sweet word—lives.

Words! Words! They are little, yet mighty and brave;

They rescue a nation, an empire save;

They close up the gaps in a fresh bleeding heart

That sickness and sorrow have severed apart,

They fall on the path, like a ray of the sun,

Where the shadows of death lay so heavy upon;

They lighten the earth over our blessed dead,