Soldiers rest, thy
warfare o’er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of
battle-fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. |
To the unknown
soldiers whose bodies here rest. We cannot inscribe their names
upon tablets of stone, but we may hope to read them in a purer
and unchangeable record |
Their praises will be sung In some yet unmolded tongue, Far on in summers
that we shall not se |