Memorial Day By Annette Wynne

Memorial Day By Annette Wynne Is it enough to think to-day Of all our brave, then put away The thought until a year has sped? Is this full honor for our dead? Is it enough to sing a song And deck a grave; and all year long Forget the brave who died that we Might […]

Garlands By Amos Russel Wells

Garlands By Amos Russel Wells Memorial Day, 1911 What are the garlands we lay on the graves? Heapings of blossoms that loveliest are? Beauty supreme for the bravest of braves? Yes, and an offering holier far. Here are the garlands of memories clear, Thoughts of the partings the desperate frays, Marches and prisons and hospitals […]

The Unknown Dead By Elizabeth Robbins Berry

The Unknown Dead By Elizabeth Robbins Berry Above their rest there is no sound of weeping, Only the voice of song-birds thrills the air; Unknown their graves, yet they are in God’s keeping, There are none “missing” from His tender care. He knows each hallowed mound, and at His pleasure Marshalls the sentinels of earth […]

In Flanders Fields By Anonymous

In Flanders Fields By Anonymous In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, […]

How Sleep The Brave By William Collins

How Sleep The Brave By William Collins How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By all their country’s wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow’d mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms […]

The Soldier By Rupert Brooke

The Soldier By Rupert Brooke If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to […]

Decoration Day By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Decoration Day By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry’s shot alarms! Ye have slept on the ground before, And started to your feet At the cannon’s sudden roar, Or the drum’s redoubling beat. But in this camp of Death […]

Memorial Day By Amos Russel Wells

Memorial Day By Amos Russel Wells The Day of Memories!—Remembering what? The cannon’s roar, the hissing of the shot? The weary hospital, the prison pen? The widow’s tears, the groans of stalwart men? The bitterness of fratricidal strife? The pangs of death, the sharper pangs of life? Nay, let us quite forget the whole of […]

What Marches? By Anonymous

What Marches? By Anonymous Memorial Day, 1911 What marches when the veterans march On the thirtieth day of May, That limping, glorious line of men Over a flower-strewn way? Why, Gettysburg is marching there. And frightful Malvern Hill, The shame and terror of Bull Run, The loss of Chancellorsville. Fort Sumter marches, Donelson, And Sherman’s […]

Dirge For Two Veterans By Walt Whitman

Dirge For Two Veterans By Walt Whitman The last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath, On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking Down a new-made double grave Lo, the moon ascending, Up from the east the silvery round moon, Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon, Immense and silent moon. I […]