Beyond the calumny and wrong,Beyond the clamour and the throng,Beyond the praise and triumph-song, He passed.Beyond the scandal and the doubt,The fear within, the fight without,The turmoil and the battle-shout, He sleeps.
The world for him was not so sweetThat he should grieve to stay his feetWhere youth 's and manhood's highways meet And die.For every child a mother's breast,For every bird a guarded nest,For him alone was found no rest But this.
Beneath the flight of happy hours,Beneath the withering of the flowers,In folds of peace more sure than our's He lies.A night no glaring dawn shall break,A sleep no cruel voice shall wake,An heritage that none can take Are his.
