Strong, faithful, kind,—the paths of joy he trod
And pain, with equal strength,—a soul apart,
A baffled dreamer radiant in his heart,
A hungry heart, unvanquish'd, sent abroad
On errands high,—a friend to those who plod
With sinking hope, who heard from moth to star—
Now loud and clear, now low and sweet and far—
The healing thunders of the living God!

War's enemy is dead while war survives
In the vast devastation of an age …
But think, where generous dreams to Youth are given,
Or bleeding Love on some new hope revives
He lives again!—where Courage breaks a cage
And white wings beat against a blackening heaven!