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The Deathless Names

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · Jan 2, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 1.

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The Deathless Names

By Arthur W. Spaulding

ARTHUR W. SPAULDING
Nor with the flaunt of banner, Not with the roll of drum, Not with the blare of martial air, The cross's heroes come; Not with the trumpet's music, But with clank of captive's chain, And the martyr's pyre for the welcoming fire That greets the conqueror's train.
Graved on their marble tablets, Earth's lists of heroes stand, Whose pride and hate, in church and state, Have harried and crushed the land.
Cold is the hand of warrior, Cruel the heart of priest, And the weight of woe their victims know Has age by age increased.
But healing the wounds of battle, Transmuting the dungeon's sigh, The foes of strife bring God's own life Unto the souls that die.
Soft as the dews of evening, Light as the zephyr's breath, They bring a peace that shall never cease Into the fields of death.
These are the cross's heroes, These the legion of God, Whose high emprise the flaming skies Shall blazon to realms untrod.
Not with the world's brief plaudits, Not with the tongue of time, But the names of the meek shall the angels speak In eternity's tones sublime.
Hendersonville, N. C.