  SO many, many soldiers So many gallant soldiers At noon to face the fight; So many weary wounded Home-dreaming in the night. So many quick to answer To drum and bugle sound; So many war-scarred sleepers On death’s white-tented ground. O soldiers, silent soldiers, Calm-sleeping in the sun, Beneath one happy flag again, God rest you, every one. Of every human difference Great Time, the high priest, shrives; While Southern winds are telling The fragrance of brave lives. Beneath the Southern willows, In slumber folded deep, O soldiers, brothers, every one, God’s peace attend your sleep. Will Allen Our battle-fields, safe in the keeping, Of Nature’s kind, fostering care, Are blooming,—our heroes are sleeping,— And peace broods perennial there. All over our land rings the story Of loyalty, fervent and true; “One flag, and that flag is Old Glory,” Alike for the Gray and the Blue. John Howard Jewett. Printed in the United States of America. |
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