Their silent wounds have speech
More eloquent
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Their silent wounds have speech
More eloquent than men;
Their tones can deeper reach
Than human voice or pen.
We who are left how shall we look again
Happi
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We who are left how shall we look again
Happily on the sun or feel the rain
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest
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Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth...
Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragr
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Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours.
With the tears a Land hath shed
Their graves
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With the tears a Land hath shed
Their graves should ever be green.
Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our natio
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Decoration Day is the most beautiful of our national holidays.... The grim cannon have turned into palm branches, and the shell and shrapnel into peach blossoms.
Although no sculptured marble should rise to thei
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Although no sculptured marble should rise to their memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land they honored.
The hero dead cannot expire:
The dead still p
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The hero dead cannot expire:
The dead still play their part.
Alas, how can we help but mourn
When hero bos
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Alas, how can we help but mourn
When hero bosoms yield their breath!
A century itself may bear
But once the flower of such a death.
Ah! never shall the land forget
How gushed th
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Ah! never shall the land forget
How gushed the life-blood of her brave -
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's br
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They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast,
And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
The brave die never, though they sleep in dust:
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The brave die never, though they sleep in dust:
Their courage nerves a thousand living men.
But fame is theirs - and future days
On pilla
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But fame is theirs - and future days
On pillar'd brass shall tell their praise;
Shall tell - when cold neglect is dead -
These for their country fought and bled.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree
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The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
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