Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is, and we were young.

And silence sounds no worse than cheers / After death has stopped the ears.

Lie you easy, dream you light,
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are fluttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack
And leave your friends and go.
O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread,
Look not left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There’s nothing but the night.

And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

Clay lies still but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad; when the journey's over There'll be time enough for sleep.