Amid your tears take comfort for a space,
They showed them worthy of their island race.
O Wife, who heard across the wintry sea
Death's trumpet shrill for him who goes no more
Riding at dawn with that brave company
Whose fellowship no morning shall restore,
In whose dark heart your bitterest hour shall bring
Scents from the scattered petals of the spring.
O Maid, with wondering eyes untouched of grief,
War's dreadful shadow spares your innocent years,