Song: Poem by J.P. Clark

 

  I can look the sun in the face

 But the friends that I have lost

 I dare not look at any. Yet, I have held

 Them all in my arms, shared with them

 The same bath and bed, often

 Devouring the same dish, drunk as soon

 On tea as on wine, at that time

 When but to think of an ill, made

 By God or man, was to find

 The cure prophet and physician

 Did not have. Yet, to look

 At them now I dare not,

 Though I can look the sun in the face.