So teach us, mother, o'er our throbbing scars,
The silence and the glory of the stars.
NON NOBIS SOLUM.
NOT for ourselves alone !
The universal tone
Of Nature thus our poor self-seeking chideth.
There lives no bloom that in sweet chalice
hideth
Her scent, no star but his wan gleam divideth
With leaf and wayside stone.
Not for ourselves alone !
Not for ourselves alone !
Beneath God's burning throne
The ethereal soul was clothed with form and
feeling
To work some earthly task of cheer or healing,
Strike out some spark of noble deeds, revealing
The flame whence all are blown.
Not for ourselves alone !
Not for ourselves alone !
The seeds our hands have sown
Shall yield their harvest to a younger reaper.
We battle, heirs of many a church-yard sleeper.
