Only a tear and a flower
Can we lend unto mem'ries to-day
Of our braves under many a bower,
In the mystical hush of the clay.
Where the lingering blossoms of spring-tide
'Round their treasured graves tenderly creep,
And naught hath the wide world to murmur
To mar the blest calm of their sleep.
Only a flag and a prayer
Can we raise in their honor to-day,
As we fervently gather around them,
Where comrades yet loyally stray.
Aye, many with faltering footsteps,
That soon may all silently tread
Unto yonder bright ranks of the blessed,
'Mid the souls of our loved martyr-dead.
ANNIE M. TOOHEY.
Troy Times. May 30, 1913: 4 col 3.