MOURN NOT THE DEAD

Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie —

Dust unto dust —

The calm, sweet earth that mothers all who die

As all men must;

Mourn not your captive comrades who must dwell —

Too strong to strive —

Within each steel-bound coffin of a cell,

Buried alive;

But rather mourn the apathetic throng —

The cowed and the meek —

Who see the world's great anguish and its wrong

And dare not speak!