BY ANNA M. TOOHEY.
Somewhere the May flowers cluster,
Tender and sweetly today,
Tracing the graves of beloved ones
Under the sod and the spray;
Blossoms of northland and southland
Strewn over heroes at rest,
Wafting their hallowed fragrance
Wherever lie fallen the blest.
Somewhere the voices of mothers,
Blending with comrades' today,
Murmur in fond benedictions
O'er every banner-strewn way,
Proudly acclaiming the valor
Of bravest of braves, long ago
Ere proud scars were hid 'neath the cypress
Or the chill of red battle waves' flow.
Somewhere they linger to greet us,
As in many a happier day,
Afar from the shadows of warfare
On crimson-stained valleys or way,
Amid the blest ranks over yonder,
Where the laurels of Peace never fade
And the souls of true victors forever
Gleam in glory that Heaven hath made.
Troy Times. May 28, 1927: 7 col 1.