Memorial Day

Kneel where our loves are sleeping,Dear ones loved in days gone by,
here we bow in holy reverence,Our bosoms heave the heart-felt sigh.
They fell like brave men, true as steel,And pour'd their blood like rain--We feel we owe them all we have,And can but kneel and weep again.

Kneel where our loves are sleeping,They lost, but still were good and true, Our fathers, brothers fell still fighting
We weep, 'tis all we can do.

Nella Sweet 1867




We salute you and we thank you. God bless.