Why, then, perhaps, in the old hall at home,
Our eyes, my wife, shall meet and gleam, and mark,
Niched on the walls in sanctity of pride,
Hal's sword, Dick's medal, and the cross He won,
Yet never wore. That is the time for tears;
Drawn from a well of love deep down ... deep down;
Deep as the mystery of immortal souls.
That is the time for tears ... not now! Not now!"
And then the last line of some verses which I saw somewhere else, headed "The Second Lieutenant":