Show An Unmarked Crave Grave The softest whisperings of the scented south And rust and roses rosE'S in the cannons' cannons mouth And where the thunders of the fight were born The winds wind's sweet ten tenor r in the standing corn With of larks now songs lingering in the loam And low Jow skies bending over over love Jove and home But still the tho thought I Somewhere upon the hills I Or Of where the vales rin ring with with the whippoorwills Sad wistful eyes and broken hearts that beat For the loved sound of of turning feet And when the oaks their leafy banners wave Dream of the battle and an unmarked grave Frank L L. Stanton |