Part 1 — AT THE BURIAL OF A VETERAN.
Reading edition
"Hodie tibi, cras mihii."
BY ALFRED H. MILES.
Yours to-day and ours to-morrow, Hither, comrade, hence to go; Yours the joy and ours the sorrow, Yours the weal and ours the woe.
What the profit of the stronger? Life is loss and death is gain; Though we live a little longer, Longer life is longer pain.
Which the better for the weary— Longer travel? Longer rest? Death is peace, and life is dreary: He must die who would be blest.
You have passed across the borders, Death has led you safely home; We are standing, waiting orders, Ready for the word to come.
Empty-handed, empty-hearted, All we love have gone before, And since they have all departed, We are loveless evermore.
Yours to-day and ours to-morrow, Hither, comrade, hence to go; Yours the joy and ours the sorrow, Yours the weal and ours the woe.