Alone br I sit in the dusk and see br Surely the living faces, dear to me, br Of comrades who have thrown br All that they had, the fruit of all desire, br Upon an altar fire. br br They heard, br Above all clamour of the crowd, br The music of their own hearts throbbing loud br Until the air was stirred br Into a summoning harmony; and so br We saw them rise, and go. br br The sound, br That love set ringing in those years br Of agony, exultation, voiceless fears, br And hopes now underground, br Shall not be silenced; it is thrilling yet, br And we shall not forget. br br But clear br The mellow tone of mingled notes, br Triumph and sorrow made one spirit, floats br To my prophetic ear; br That is their music echoing, echoing still br From our remembering hill.