Your Sacred Dust Be the Choice Trust
Our martyred dead! on each low bed, Green be the chaplet, fresh the roses; No marble cold may guard your mold, But loving hearts around are swelling. Oh, lightly rest, on each calm breast, The turf where each in peace reposes; Each daring deed shall gain the meed Of praise from all hearts richly welling. Hail! hero shades, your battle blades A wall of steel our homes surrounded; Your sacred dust be the choice trust Of Freedom's grateful sons and daughters. - Anonymous
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