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O'er the sweet, quiet homes in the silent grave-city,

Softly the dewdrops, the night-tears, fall;

Broadly about, like the wide arms of pity,

The silver-shot darkness lies over all.

Heroes, asleep 'neath the red-hearted rose-wreaths,

Leaf-crowned with honor, flower-crowned with rest,

Gently above you each moon-dripping bough breathes

A far-echoed whisper, "Sleep well; ye are blest."

Oh! never, as long as the heart pulses quicker

At the dear name of Country may yours be forgot;

Nor may we, till the last puny life spark shall flicker,

Your deeds from the tablets of Memory blot!

Spirits afloat in the night-shrouds that bound us,

Souls of the "Has-Been" and of the "To-Be,"

Keep the fair light of Liberty shining around us,

Till our souls may go back to the mighty SOUL-SEA.

St. Johns, Mich., 1886 (Decoration Day).