With joy and gladness, and not in sadness,
Look to the life beyond the tomb.
O’er all victorious, it shall be glorious
As sunlight, after night of gloom.
MEMORIAL DAY.
We have been to the graves of our heroes to-day,
And over their loved forms have scattered
Our memorial of flowers—sweet blossoms of May;
While we wept o’er the fond hopes thus shattered.
We wept as we thought of the blood that was shed,