Tuesday, May 27, 2014

"O'er the May-Tide" by Annie M. Toohey (1900)

O'er the May-Tide:

Our upon the gleaming May-tide

        In its dulcet ebb to-day

Lo, a craft of sweetest flowers

        Drifts 'neath banner-masts away,

Ling'ring tenderly to scatter

        All its precious burdens where

Our beloved heroes slumber

        By the hillsides here and there!

Precious craft! unloose thy moorings

        When the embers of the day

Sink in crimson sunset glory

        O'er those treasured shrines of clay,

And to yonder shore of Heaven

        Bring our messages of love

Where no cruel swords are clashing

        In their bright soul-ranks above!

                                ANNIE M. TOOHEY.

        Watervliet, N. Y.

Troy Daily Times. May 30, 1900: 2 col 3.

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