Not with exultant joy
And pride without alloy,
Did the twin Centuries rejoice when all was o’er.
What though the Nation rose
Triumphant o’er its foes?
What though the State had gained
The meed of faith unstained?
Their mighty hearts remembered the dead that came no more!
Remembered all the losses,
The weary, weary crosses,
Remembered earth was poorer for the blood that had been shed,
And knew that it was sadder for the story it had read!
So, clasping hands with somewhat saddened mien,
And eyes uplifted to the Great Unseen
That rules alike o’er Centuries and men,
Onward they walked serenely toward—the End!