Should he find him lying
⁠Stiff and stark?
Should he find him dying?
⁠Hark! oh, hark!
Whose the voice that falls there,
⁠On his ear?
Whose the name it calls there,
⁠Full and clear?
Face to face thus meeting,
⁠Hand to hand,
In that moment greeting,
⁠Dumb they stand,
With full hearts outgoing,
⁠Each to each,
With full eyes o'erflowing
⁠For their speech.
What! they'd once contended,
⁠Blindly thought