If only a few sweet flowers
Shall be scattered around them to-day,
If only a few old comrades
Yet linger to fervently stray
On the shadowy trail of the cypress
Or nigh to the murmuring waves,
Still our hearts are as loyal as ever
Unto sacred remembrance of braves!
If only a few faint echoes
Yet linger of old battle-songs,
If only a few rusty sabres
Tell of valor that to them belongs,
Yet our nation shall ever remember
Their deeds with a flower and a chime,
For the glorious name of soldier
Only brightens through passing of time.
—ANNIE M. TOOHEY.
Troy Times. May 30, 1914: 2 col 4.