Fare well

Mother, with unbowed head

Hear thou across the sea

The farewell of the dead,

The dead who died for thee.

Greet them again with tender words and grave,

For, saving thee, themselves they could not save.

To keep the house unharmed

Their fathers built so fair,

Deeming endurance armed

Better than brute despair,

They found the secret of the word that saith,

"Service is sweet, for all true life is death."

So greet thou well thy dead

Across the homeless sea,

And be thou comforted

Because they died for thee.

Far off they served, but now their deed is done

For evermore their life and thine are one.