No more the cannon peal And clash of ringing steel Our land o'ersweep; But, in the soldier's grave, The bravest of the brave, Who died our cause to save, In glory sleep! On many a battle plain, Green with their life-blood stain, Our heroes rest. In holy calm they sleep, While mourning thousands weep, And in their hearts still keep Their memory blest. Immortal bays we bring Upon their graves to fling, Heroic dead! They fought in freedom's fight, Dispelling treason's night, And in their manhood's might Their life-blood shed. All honor to our braves, Who sleep in hallowed graves In southern clime, Or at their kindred's side; Alike they bled and died To stay oppression's tide -- A death sublime. Lord God of nations, here This monument we rear, In thy grave name. As Thou hast blessed our land, To Thee we give the band Who fell by treason's hand -- And deathless fame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLANKED WHITEFISH by CARL SANDBURG UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE YOUNG BROTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE PSALM by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |