BY ANNIE M. TOOHEY
The sweetest flowers born today
O'er consecrated shrines of clay
Are those around our braves entwine,
Loved soldier boys—are, yours and mine.
The sweetest flowers born today
Are strewn o'er once-encrimsoned spray,
Amid where battle waters flow
And heroes sank long, long ago.
The sweetest flowers born today
Are where old loyal comrades stray
Once more in feeble martial pace
Those hallow'd graves to proudly trace.
The sweetest flowers born today
Are those abloom in tend'rest way,
In mother hands, uplifted where
The voice of Peace resounds in prayer.
Troy Times. May 31, 1928: 20 col 1.
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