Funeral Poems for Military

We mourn our brave soldier,
who lost his life;
Leaving father and mother,
child and wife;
Officers and privates
on the battlefield fall,
God makes no difference; death levels all.

He heard the call of his country;
And answered it brave and true;
"I'll be a man to do or die;
I'm going to help them through."
The Great Commander has written his name;
On the roll of him who gave;
His Only Begotten Son;
And died that we might live.
He paid his debt to his country;
In the fight for right he has won;
And the King of Kings has spoken:
"Thou faithful one, well done."

Just to see your smiling face;
Or hear your "Hello, Mum";
Would make this earth a happier place.
We're so lonely since you've gone.

They are not dead but sleepeth;
Just when your life was brightest;
Just when yours were best;
You were called from this world of sorrow;
To a home of eternal rest.



They saw with a brighter vision;
The Empire through the years;
They went with songs and laughter.
We leave them there, with tears.

He is not dead who gave his life;
To make the world a better place;
The memory of noble deeds;
The passing years cannot efface.

Soldier, rest, thy warfare o'er;
Sleep the sleep that knows no breaking;
Dream of battlefields no more;
Days of danger, nights of waking.

Tranquil you lie;
Your nightly virtue proved;
Your memory hallowed;
In the land you loved.

Honoured among the nation's heroes
lies our loved one;
Beneath a simple wooden cross,
his crown;
And we who knew and loved him here,
can say:
A simple love, a simple trust,
a simple duty done.
He died as brave men have a chance
do die;
Fighting for God, and right, and liberty.

(Ten) sad and lonely days have passed;
Since our great sorrow fell;
The shock that we received that day;
We still remember well.
How his life was shed we know not;
What his last word, look or thought;
Only that he did his duty-
Died as he bravely fought.

I shall remember while the night lives;
And in the darkness I shall not forget.

In life loved and honoured;
In death remembered.



Greater love hath no man than this;
To lay down his life for his friends.
His kindness did not cease until;
That day of dawn (date of death)
Now memory lingers to us;
That are left to remember.


You went it seems but yesterday;
And now by crosses, row on row;
You linger where the poppies grow;
Not dead, but just away.

Somewhere in France, in a soldier's grave;
Lies our dear son, among the brave.
He never shunned his country's call;
But gladly gave his life, his all.
He died the helpless to defend;
A faithful soldier's noble end.