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Show V--- i Ay "Ghe Spirit of IDemopial Dcdo Down the perspective of the years The purple mists transform the past; The path along war's blood-red meres. Blooms bright with fragrant flowers at last. The echoes of the battle's roar. Are heard no more-Are more-Are heard no more; But In their stead, the birds o'erhead Are singing requiems for our dead-Requiems dead-Requiems and praises for our dead! The flight of years Has quenched our tears. And given us love and hope, for fears! No more our land Is rent with strife; No more does passion blind our eyes; No more we seek our brother's life, No more his valor we despise. We hold him at his real worth-Flower worth-Flower of the earth-Flower earth-Flower of the earth! And hand clasps hand through our land; Brothers united now we stand-Brothers stand-Brothers forever more we stand. The flight of years Has quenched our tears,-And tears,-And given us love and hope, for fears! Marching together, let us bring Fair wreaths of victory for our dead. Placing them gently as we sing Their virtues, o'er each sleeper's head. What matter whether Blue or Gray? "We're one today We're one today! Old Glory streams in beauteous gleams Above the nation of our dreams-One dreams-One flag, one country fondest dreams! The flight of years Has quenched our tears. And given us love and hope, for fears! William Anwyl Jones. |