WHERE ARE YOU SLEEPING TO-NIGHT, MY
LAD? (continued)

And whether he live, or whether he die,
He is sacred high in our memory;-

And to God we can leave the rest.

So wherever you're sleeping to-night, Dear Lad, This one thing we do know,

When "Last Post" sounds, and He makes His

rounds,

Not one of you all will be out of bounds,
Above ground or below.

BE QUIET!

Soul, dost thou fear
For to-day or to-morrow?
'Tis the part of a fool
To go seeking sorrow.
Of thine own doing

Thou canst not contrive them. 'Tis He that shall give them;

Thou may'st not outlive them.
So why cloud to-day

With fear of the sorrow,
That may or may not

Come to-morrow?

TO YOU WHO HAVE LOST

I know! I know!

The ceaseless ache, the emptiness, the woe,-
The pang of loss,-

The strength that sinks beneath so sore a cross. "-Heedless and careless, still the world wags

on,

And leaves me broken... Oh, my son! my son!"

Yet-think of this!

Yea, rather think on this!

He died as few men get the chance to die,-
Fighting to save a world's morality.

He died the noblest death a man may die,
Fighting for God, and Right, and Liberty;-
And such a death is Immortality.

"He died unnoticed in the muddy trench." Nay,-God was with him, and he did not blench; Filled him with holy fires that nought could quench,

TO YOU WHO HAVE LOST (continued)

And when He saw his work below was done,
He gently called to him,-"My son! My son!
I need thee for a greater work than this.
Thy faith, thy zeal, thy fine activities

Are worthy of My larger liberties,”

-Then drew him with the hand of welcoming

grace,

And, side by side, they climbed the heavenly ways.

LORD, SAVE THEIR SOULS ALIVE!

Lord, save their souls alive!

And-for the rest,

We leave it all to Thee;

Thou knowest best.

Whether they live or die,

Safely they'll rest,

Every true soul of them,
Thy Chosen Guest.

Whether they live or die,
They chose the best,
They sprang to Duty's call,

They stood the test.

If they come back to us—

How grateful we!

If not, we may not grieve;

They are with Thee.

No soul of them shall fail,

Whate'er the past.