  See the soldiers, little ones! Hark the drummers' beat! See them with their flags and guns Marching down the street! Tattered flags from out the wars, Let us follow these To the little stripes and stars Twinkling through the trees. Watch them waving through the grass Where the heroes sleep! Thither gently let us pass On this day we keep. Let us bring our blossoms, too, All our gardens grow; Lilacs honey-sweet with dew, And the lilies' snow. Every posy of the May, Every bloomy stem, Every bud that breaks to-day Gather now for them. Lay the lilies o'er them thus, Lovingly, for so Down they laid their lives for us, Long and long ago. Heap above them bud and bough; Softly, ere we cease, God, we pray Thee, gently now Fold them in Thy peace! |
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