Happy are they and charmed in life
Who through long wars arrive unscarred
At peace. To such the wreath be given,
If they unfalteringly have striven —
In honor, as in limb, unmarred.
Let cheerful praise be rife,
And let them live their years at ease,
Musing on brothers who victorious died —
Loved mates whose memory shall ever please.
And yet mischance is honorable too —
Seeming defeat in conflict justified
Whose end to closing eyes is his from view.
The will, that never can relent —
The aim, survivor of the bafflement,
Make this memorial due.