(Sergeant H. G. Weir.)
BY (REV.) T. L. DRURY.
Rest sweetly, oh, our soldier, rest,
For you have done your very best—
A volunteer at duty's call
To serve his country; that is all.
And what a noble service this,
And what an honor now is his,
To simply serve, in serving die
A hero 'neath his country's sky.
When any man will do his mite
For love of country and the right,
For love of freedom now and here,
He leaves a record that is clear.
And such a record that is true
Our soldier left us to review,
And so we proudly place his name
Upon his country's roll of fame.
And we shall place above his grave
The flag for which his life he gave,
And mark the spot, that men may pay
Him tribute on Memorial Day.
Then sweetly rest, our soldier true;
We kindly shall remember you
As one among the noble breed
Who served their country well indeed!
Sergeant Weir came from New York in September last and was pharmacist at the Post Hospital at the Arsenal, Watervliet. He died of meningitis Sunday at the Troy Hospital.
Troy Times. April 3, 1918: 10 col 1.