The wider world of men that is not ours
⁠Receives a soul whose life on earth was light.
Though darkness close the date of human hours,
⁠Love holds the spirit and sense of life in sight,
⁠That may not, even though death bid fly, take flight.
Faith, love, and hope fulfilled with memory, see
As clear and dear as life could bid it be
The present soul that is and is not he.

He, who held up the shield and sword of Rome
⁠Against the ravening brood of recreant France,
Beside the man of men whom heaven took home
⁠When earth beheld the spring's first eyebeams glance
⁠And life and winter seemed alike a trance