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Show MEMORIAL DAY 1 BY THEODOSIA GARRISON Of tht Vigilant A handful of old men walking down the street In worn, brushed uniforms, their grey heads high ; I A faded flag above them, one drum to lift their feet, Look again, 0 heart of mine, and see what passes by. There's a vast crowd swaying, there's a wild band playing, T The streets are full of marching men, of tramping cavalry, Alive and young and straight again, they ride to greet a mate again The gallant souls, the great souls, that live eternally. A handful of old men walking down the highways ? Nay. we look on heroes that march among their peers; The great, glad Companies have swung from Heaven's byways And come to join their own again across the dusty years. There are strong hands meeting, there are staunch hearts greeting, A crying of remembered names, of deeds that shall not die. A handful of old men? Nay, my heart, look well again; The spirit of America today is marching by ! |