The Great War

from More Songs By the Fighting Men, an electronic edition

Hic Jacet

UNRECORDED and unsung.

Lay his body in the clay;

Buckler broken, sword unslung.

Done the friendly light of day.

Done the song of birds in May,

Praising life with flame-touched tongue.

Lay his body in the clay;

Sing no song of joy or sorrow;

Fled the dream of yesterday.

Dead the dawning of to-morrow.

He no more will give or borrow

'Mid the dwellers of the day.

Those who knew him may forget him.

Those who never knew remember;

Woman, thou who didst beget him.

And with tenderness beset him.

See him lie amid the clay.

O let him who will, remember!