Gone is the joy,—gone is the thrill of returning,
We who had longed to share with you all our laurels,
To lay them at the feet of our great companion;—
Hushed is rejoicing!

Never again to see the light from your window,
Shining across the land that you loved and inspired,—
“Put out the light,” you said, and slept; but not dreaming
The darkness for others.

You, our leader, but more, our greatest companion—
Near enough for the spur of your voice and your hand grip,
Ever ready to share, but sharing, still leading
Upward and onward.

Listen! This is our pledge, to fare and to follow,
Follow the trail you blazed, without shadow of turning,—
We, who have learned of you, shall not be found wanting
Here or hereafter!