You must not mourn for him, he that went out to France,
He, like the rest of them, clear-minded, open-eyed,
It was for him to decide;
He took his chance;
And he is dead in France.
Oh, do not mourn for him, he heard his country's call,
And answering, gave all he had to give;
Yet though they die, they live;
Not dead at all
Those who obeyed that call.
No, no, it is not wasted, all that love and thought,
It is embodied in all truth and right;
These pass not out to-night
Nor turn to nought --
Labor and love and thought.
-- N. M. H.
