  If our dead could come back to us, Who so desire it, And be as they were before, Would we require it? Would we bid them share again Our weakness, foregoing All their higher blessedness Of being and knowing? For them the triumph is won, The fight completed; Do we wish that the doubtful strife Should be repeated? Would we call them from the calm Of all assurance To the perils that might prove Past their endurance? God is kind, since He will not heed Our bitter yearning, And the gates of heaven are shut ’Gainst all returning. |
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