There's only one wish that all the dead desire
Unless, we, too, the living burn in that same fire
That one wish that death can give and that's the dream,
Of sacrifice, die to the things that seem;

Die to hatred; die to greed;-
Die to the base contempts of death and creed,-
Die to the ignorant apparition we knew;
And to rise again and fall, like these, souls are true

Since this dead, the tasks were finished
They build us that better world, not that's it diminished
Attempt new heights, bring their dreams to life
By one splendor that they planned in this stride.