A CONFESSION OF FAITH
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Who would remember me were I to die, Remember with a pang and yet no pain; Remember as a friend, and feel good-bye Said at each memory as it wakes again? I would not that a single heart should ache— That some dear heart will ache is my one grief. Friends, if I have them, I would fondly take With me that best of gifts, a friend’s belief. I have believed, and for my faith reaped tares; Believed again, and, losing, was content; A heart perchance touched blindly, unawares, Rewards with friendship faith thus freely spent. Bury the body—it has served its ends; Mark not the spot, but “On Gallipoli,” Let it be said, “he died.” Oh, Hearts of Friends, If I am worth it, keep my memory. Capt. James Sprent, A.M.C. (attached 3rd Field Amb.).