Show disabled the bugles call the drums low beat crowds through the flag bus swept street and straight young figures marching by to music against the sky yet on this day of pence peace I 1 see another lonelier company these are not they who tell fell these still are ara tortured on hill bill and one la Is hero here who not again will feel eel the pulse 0 of rapture when the high hard trail has haa yielded to ilia conquering steps another who wh no longer now will joy to see the april dawns dawnn swift ecstasy of blue and gold and here one uce ken with pitifully staring blaring eyes to whom the drums low beat will vill bring remembrance of some hideous thing thine so bo on this day of peace I 1 see eee another lonelier company these are ara not they who gladly died but they who still are arc cruet ed catherine parmenter in the new york berald tribune |