Gave us liberty for our possession.
Ah! ’tis meet that a day of Memorial like this,
To these dear martyred ones should be given;
Though it cause us to weep for the forms that we miss,
And sigh for the fond ties thus riven.
’Tis meet that we gather the choicest of flowers,
And twine them with fond loving fingers,
To lay on the graves of these heroes of ours
Where affection so sacredly lingers.