What though the field be lost! All is not lost; th unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome. Milton.Paradise Lost, Book I. Line 105.
Dear is the spot where Christians sleep, And sweet the strain which angels pour; Oh, why should we in anguish weep? They are not lost, but gone before. Anonymous.See R. A. Smiths Edinburgh Harmony, 1829, and Rogers Human Life.