Where are the hearts that, unfearing and gay,

Broke from the clasp of affection away?

Where are the faces that, smiling and bright,

Sailed for the death-darkened regions of night?

Waves of the ocean, that thunder and roar,

Where is the ship that we sent from our shore?

Storms of the ocean, that bellow and sweep,

Where are the friends that went forth on the deep?

Where are the faces ye paled with your sneer?

Where are the hearts ye have frozen with fear?