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Show Memorial Day Versos. In the heart of a southern forest. Where the feet of men ne'er treed, la B jcrass grown mound the market Toe resting piece of the nend Here in a sleep o hushed deep. Where hot soughing hruicheeweM. Aad ibe autuma rain with a sad refrain Falls dovra on aa unknown grae. Be went out In hie brare young manhood To n-ht for bis country's cause. And suiter through toilsome marches E'en die to maintain her laws. He batUed wen-let history tell I Of the noble life be gate; But he rests today-ao far away Alone in an unknown (rare. This unknown pare Is hallowed ground To some maiden who lored him best The lather who gave his only son The mother who hashed bins to Heeaea her breast. . He was his parents' Joy, but they gas their boy Their country's flag to save. They mourn him still, but 'twas the rather s will-He will-He sleeps in aa unknown grave. Such graves are many, away la the south Away from the ehildbood home Of many who died the true and tried Whose loyalty sealed their doom. So let us now to their memory bow. And wsr Father's promised mercy crave; All honor, then, to Che many men Who (Lit en unknown grave. -John J. W. Beynoldii in Omaha World. |