Classic Poem

We wreathe with flowers the peaceful graves,
Where low our fallen comrades sleep;
While sunbeams smile, and verdure waves,
And dews of evening o'er them weep.

Honored and loved, each cherished name;
In vain, ye have not lived nor died;
A grateful country keeps your fame, —
A sacred trust, — her joy and pride.

God bless the land ye nobly saved, —
Where'er your blood has left its stain,
Where'er your conquering banners waved,
May peace prevail and Freedom reign.