I tell you they have not died, They live and breathe with you;
They walk now here at your side, They tell you things are true.
Why dream of poppied sod, When you can feel their breath,
When flow'r and soul and God, Knows there is no death !
I tell you they have not died, Their hand crasp yours and mine;
They are now but glorified, They have become divine,
They live ! they know ! they see ! They shout with ev'ry breath;
"All is Eternal life ! There is no death !"