Courage

The poem

In the shadow of the grave I will be brave; I'll smile,--I know I will E'er I be still; Because I will not smile So long a while.

But I'll be sad, I fear, And shed a tear, For those I love and leave My loss to grieve: 'Tis just their grief I'll grieve, Believe, believe.

Not for myself I care As forth I fare; But for those left behind Wae is my mind Knowing how they will miss My careless kiss.

Oh I'll be brave when I Shall come to die; With courage I will quaff The Cup and laugh, Aye, even mock at Death With failing breath.

It is not those who go Who suffer woe; But stricken ones who bide By cold bedside: God comfort you who keep Watch by my sleep!