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Our Soldiers' Graves
Strew all their graves with flowers,
They for their country died;
And freely gave their lives for ours,
Their country's hope and pride.
They for their country died;
And freely gave their lives for ours,
Their country's hope and pride.
Bring flowers to deck each sod,
Where rests their sacred dust;
Though gone from earth, they live to God,
Their everlasting trust!
Where rests their sacred dust;
Though gone from earth, they live to God,
Their everlasting trust!
Fearless in Freedom's cause
They suffered, toiled, and bled;
And died obedient to her laws,
By truth, and conscience led.
They suffered, toiled, and bled;
And died obedient to her laws,
By truth, and conscience led.
Oft as the year returns,
She o'er their graves shall weep;
And wreath with flowers their funeral urns,
Their memory dear to keep.
She o'er their graves shall weep;
And wreath with flowers their funeral urns,
Their memory dear to keep.
Bring flowers of early Spring
To deck each soldier's grave,
And Summer's fragrant roses bring;
They died our land to save.
To deck each soldier's grave,
And Summer's fragrant roses bring;
They died our land to save.
Poem No. 447; 1861–65?
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