Gone Forward Poem by Margaret Junkin Preston

YES, 'Let the tent be struck': victorious morning
Through every crevice flashes in a day
Magnificent beyond all earth's adorning:
The night is over; wherefore should he stay?
And wherefore should our voices choke to say,
'The General has gone forward'?

Life's foughten field not once beheld surrender;
But with superb endurance, present, past,
Our pure commander, lofty, simple, tender,
Through good, through ill, held his high purpose fast,
Wearing his armor spotless, - till at last
Death gave the final 'Forward!'

All hearts grew sudden palsied: Yet what said he
Thus summoned? - 'Let the tent be struck!' - For when
Did call of duty fail to find him ready
Nobly to do his work in sight of men,
For God's and for his country's sake - and then
To watch, wait, or go forward?

We will not weep, - we dare not! Such a story
As his large life writes on the century's years,
Should crowd our bosoms with a flush of glory,
That manhood's type, supremest that appears
To-day, he shows the ages. Nay, no tears
Because he has gone forward!

Gone forward? - whither? Where the marshalled legions,
Christ's well-worn soldiers, from their conflicts cease, -
Where Faith's true Red-Cross Knights repose in regions
Thick-studded with the calm, white tents of peace, -
Thither, right joyful to accept release,
The General has gone forward!