Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).