in gold is lettered with the rest.

he to his Country gave his best.

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for him, for all who for us fought.

teach what our brave defenders taught.

the call for Right rings to the sky,

re-echoing their Grandsires' cry.

FLOWERS FOR BRAVE SOLDIERS

FLOWERS FOR BRAVE SOLDIERS

 Flowers for brave soldiers, Flowers for those who gave us A Country undivided. Flowers for the dead! With flags we are marking Their last earth-dwelling. Our hearts are bending In gratitude, While we are praying That this our Nation Pass safe through peril, Through deadly war. Flowers for brave soldiers— Flowers for those who loved us, Flowers to their memory, This fair spring day! 

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HIS MONUMENT

HIS MONUMENT

 From top to pedestal you scan it lightly— Capped head to lettered base—and you are smiling. What see you there to set your lips a-quiver? An awkward figure cut from ugly granite, Aye, roughly hewn, as if unhelped by chisel, This peaceful man of war, sculptured grotesquely. Still—there is metal in the gun he is holding, And in the cannon balls piled up before him— The artist's symbols of a real soldier. Yet jeer no longer! Before you is a soldier of the Union, Crowned with the tears and prayers of many mourners. The Village set him here for all to honor, Here, in the centre of their foot-worn common, Where on long, summer evenings boys at baseball May gaze and gaze, and make him an example; 

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