2 And at the last Flowers for the graves of those whose fight was done. She heard the tramping of ten thousand feet That filled the warm and blossom-scented air,— The happy laugh, the cheer,-Oh glorious and meet Who chose the better part And for their country bled! -The dead! Great God! she stood there in the street, While far away His grave was decked with flowers by strangers' hands to-day. MEMORIAL DAY BY LOUIS IMOGEN GUINEY O day of roses and regret, Kissing the old graves of our own! But jealous hearts that live and ache And say for us to lessening ranks That keep the memory and the pride, On whose thinned hair our tears and thanks Abide, Who from their saved Republic pass, Farewell. |