BY ANNIE M. TOOHEY.
Chime the bells sweetly in flower-songs today,
Over the hillsides where loyal feet stray,
Or nigh the once-crimson'd depths of the seas,
Banners they cherished afloat on the breeze.
Chime the bells sweetly as comrade and kin,
Far from the discord of battle-wrought din,
Blend their glad voices, inspiring and true,
As mem'ry's proud pages unfold into view.
Chime the bells sweetly 'mid strains of the blest,
Heaven seems closer wherever they rest,
Sacred their ashes on earth's hallowed fane,
Heroes whose valor we honor again!
Troy Times. May 29, 1925