To one who laid down his life for his Friends in the Great War,
21 April 1917
Who counted Life and all it held well lost
That in the losing he might truly say:
Write me as one who loves his fellow men."
So in the faith and hope of those who love
He rode triumphant through the gates of death
Calling to us who wait, as was his wont:
"Be of good cheer..."
There's a voice
... the breeze has spoken strangers, with a stirring tale to tell,
And a thousand eager voices flung the challenge out to sea:
"Come they hither in the old way, in the only way that's free?"
And the flying Breeze called softly: "In the old way . . ."
