" Remember thy Creator in thy youth " ;
But we in age will think on Youth that died ;
On these our sons, who gladly laid aside
Young life ; will recollect that Faith and Truth,
Honour and Chastity, had been in sooth
As very harlots in the house of Pride ;
Holiness slain. The Christ re-crucified;
Had not our sons " remembered in their youth."
The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl
Broken, the spirit has returned to God ;
And we, who tread the calvary they trod.
Mourning, each one, for some heroic soul,
Behold their Saviour on His bitter tree.
And hear a whisper, " These remembered Me."