Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.
Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.
They which have no hope of a life to come, may extend their griefs for the loss of this, and equal the days of their mourning with the years of the life of man.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the older man who will not laugh is a fool.
This crowd did not diminish through the whole of that cold, wet day; they seemed not to know what was to by their fate since their great benefactor was dead, and though strong and brave men wept when I met them.