Valley of the Shadow

GOD, I am travelling out to death's sea, I, who exulted in sunshine and laughter, Thought not of dying death—is such waste of me! Grant me one comfort: Leave not the hereafter Of mankind to war, as though I had died not— I, who in battle, my comrade's arm linking, Shouted and sang—life in my pulses hot Throbbing and dancing! Let not my sinking In dark be for naught, my death a vain thing! God, let me know it the end of man's fever! Make my last breath a bugle call, carrying Peace o'er the valleys and cold hills, for ever!