The sweetest flowers strewn to-day
Are those that mother-hands again
Place o'er the sacred sod or spray
Of once-deep-crimson'd battle main!
The sweetest peans chimed to-day
Were those of comrades gathered 'round
Where fallen heroes' ashes lay
In many a flag-covered mound.
ANNIE M. TOOHEY.Troy Times. May 29, 1922: 4 col 4.
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