Peace; where is peace for those brave ones who left all they cared for to follow
The pathway of duty and glory, lead them wherever it might?
Peace; some have found it already. The Spring comes again and the swallow,
But they cannot come, they are sleeping deep in the shadow of night.

Peace; where is peace for those brave ones, the truest and best of each nation,
Who willingly gave all they treasured, unmindful their own hearts should break?
Peace; they have found it already, for their's is the real consolation,
They suffer the anguish, but still they live on for dear memory's sake.

Peace; where is peace for those mad ones who revel in terror and slaughter,
Marring the fair world with blood-stains and tear-drops that fall down like rain?
Peace; they may seek it in earth, in the heavens or under the water.
But ne'er shall they find peace of soul; they shall seek it for ever in vain.