Strew your gladness on earth's bed, So be merry, so be dead.

- Charles Sorley

All the hills and vales along Earth is bursting into song, And the singers are the chaps Who are going to die perhaps.

- Charles Sorley

When it is peace, then we may view again With new-won eyes each other's truer form And wonder. Grown more loving-kind and warm We'll grasp firm hands…

- Charles Sorley