Classic Poem

So you have gone across the dimming line
Between this life, and that, into the sun!
The smile still on your face . . . . Old pal of mine.
God loves the man who laughs as you have done.
And we who knew you best, glance back again . .
The Old Guard's ranks are thinning — Steady, men!

The kindly heart that had no thought for strife;
The good you saw in all things, large or small;
The joy you took — and gave — throughout your life,
Have made this world some better, after all.
On your last " copy, " let me write, old friend:
" You kept your sense of values to the end. "