A Contrast Poem by Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley

I by the lapping of my household fire,
You in the trenches, starved and stiff for cold,
You by fatigue in few days grey and old,
I with my strength no needs, no calls require:
I wrapt in all the peace of heaven entire,
You with Hell's powers of darkness fold on fold,
You lacking all that life most dear can hold,
And I with all my utmost heart's desire.

But God shall strike the balance: I have had
My good in this my lifetime -- all and more,
Have selfish sucked advantage from your strife,
While you, brave heroes, on that further shore
Shall find all good has equalised all bad;
Death may be mine -- you win eternal life.