When we consider that their years are spent,
Some called in youth when joyousness was meant.
We held them dear – – they could not stay
Dolly, Doris, fair Elaine, lovely Eva May;
Upon the Sabbath morn their voice did raise,
They touched the ivory keys in praise,
At manhood’s door we lost such boys
As Linwood, Johnny, Roy, and Ross.
They bore their country’s cross
They gave their all.
In answering their country’s call.
Infants sweet, aged and gray in silence lie;
They live in hearts, they did not die.
While from afar the Eternal Gates stand ajar,
E’en though our Maker Faith and Hope has lent,
We saddened feel
When we consider that their lives are spent.
First World War