Here lie the brave and valiant-hearted, strewn by the pathway of the
noble race.
These are our kindred whose souls linger near their dwelling place.

Here lie the stars which have fallen, from the altar of the race.
Their light still on our memories gleam, bright before our face.

These are of our people, their souls are still upon the breeze.
Death cannot them destroy, or blot out their secret memories.

Some of them were old and faded, and others were of the age of the
bloom,
That grows upon the lilies, and fades before the rays of noon.

But out in the mist they are waiting to greet us, and we shall
welcome
them once more.
Beneath the sun that shines in stillness, upon this living shore.

The battlements are faded, and the swords are laid aside,
And he has come with his saints to reign through the ages, over the
human tide.