On bronze, on stone, this somber phrase:
"Here sleep the brave."
And solemnly a wreath is placed
Upon the grave.
But tributes that are filled with tears
Can blur the sight;
Our valiant loved ones do not sleep;
They walk in light.
Then do not roll the muffled drum
Nor toll the bell.
In Life there is no parting touch,
No last farewell.
Beyond the tenuous veil of sense,
The clouded view,
Mind will unite all kindred thoughts
In rendezvous.
