I by the lapping of my household fire,

You in the trenches, starved and stiff for cold,

You by fatigue in few days grey and old,

I with my strength no needs, no calls require:

I wrapt in all the peace of heaven entire,

You with Hell's powers of darkness fold on fold,

You lacking all that life most dear can hold,

And I with all my utmost heart's desire.

But God shall strike the balance: I have had

My good in this my lifetime -- all and more,

Have selfish sucked advantage from your strife,

While you, brave heroes, on that further shore

Shall find all good has equalised all bad;

Death may be mine -- you win eternal life.