“And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and

your heart shall rejoice, and your joy.no man taketh from you.’
ST. JOHN,.16; 22.

Tone

We must not ask the bitter question “Why?”
Nor mourn the songs that never will be sung;
To doubt, to grieve too much were to decry
The brimming fervor of the deathless young.

This one we loved had music in his soul:

We heard his anthems fill the sunlit nave,

His sweet-voiced cornet ring and beauty roll
From moon-washed crags in wave on silver wave.

O there was music in the way he laughed

And in the lights and depths of his blue eyes!
O there was music when he flew his craft
Alone and shining in the summer skies!

He thought his laughter hid his parting tear;
He mostly wrote of things from war apart,
In foxholes of Tarawa conquered fear.

How many ways we knew his mighty heart!

At school and camp each. star-eyed girl and boy,
At home his love, his friends, his relatives,

His choir of bold Marines on barren Roi—

All know his music and it ever lives.

Let songs be sung for him when sunsets glow
And first stars shine, where water gently laps
On verdant shores; another bugler blow

His benediction — clear, sweet, lingering Taps.

. » DOROTHY DIEMER Y
earge ‘7, er

Born Excelsior Springs, Missouri, June 11, 1920
Died in the service of his Country, May 26, 1944
Roi Island, Kwajalein Atoll, Marshall Islands