BY ANNIE M. TOOHEY.
Rest, heroes, rest! of youth and age our nation's noblest pride;
Thy valiant deeds hath history's blest pages glorified;
Thy memories as sweet and pre as ling'ring flowers of May,
Entwined by fervent hands above thy graves today.
Rest, heroes, rest! no longer bitter pangs of cruel war
Shall crush again thy noble forms 'neath bleeding wound or scar;
Nor dim the fadeless luster of thy consecrated name,
Where loyal lips the story of thy sacred past proclaim.
Rest, heroes, rest! in shrines upon the tender, verdant sod,
Afar from ranks wherein ye fell and onward fearless trod,
Aye-sire and son and kindred brave—where banners proudly raise,
Yet not a foe to face today along our peaceful ways.
Rest, heroes, rest! where homeland blossoms 'round ye softly creep,
And waft their fragrance o'er the once encrimsoned surging deep;
Or far away, where cherished fallen comrades evermore
Shall unforgotten sleep upon some hallowed alien shore.
Troy Times. May 29, 1926