Sunday, May 25, 2014

"Our Hallowed Ground" by Rev. Joseph C. Booth (1918)

Our Hallowed Ground.


Let not the huge demands, entailed by war,

Upon your tested labor, purse and time,

The rights of Decoration Day debar—

Our cherished custom—beautiful!—sublime!

Take time to visit every soldier's tomb;

With flags and flow'rs enwreathe each honored grave,

That, 'neath the arch of Heaven's Cathedral Dome,

Securely lies in Nature's silent Nave!

Though far away, in sepulchres unknown,

The bones of many a soldier may repose,

To them our sweet forget-me-nots are blown—

Love's gratitude—more fragrant than the rose;

Where'er our soldiers sleep, the world around,

That spot's America—Our Hallowed Ground!

Troy Times. May 29, 1918

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