If I Die First, My Old Chum Paused To Say, "Mind! Not A Whimper Of Regret: - Instead, Laugh And Be Glad, As I Shall. - Being Dead, I Shall Not Lodge So Very Far Away But That Our Mirth Shall Mingle. - So, The Day The Word Comes, Joy With Me." "I'll Try," I Said, Though, Even Speaking, Sighed And Shook My Head And Turned, With Misted Eyes. His Roundelay Rang Gaily On The Stair; And Then The Door Opened And - Closed. . . . Yet Something Of The Clear, Hale Hope, And Force Of Wholesome Faith He Had Abided With Me - Strengthened More And More. - Then - Then They Brought His Broken Body Here: And I Laughed - Whisperingly - And We Were Glad.