Beneath the Southern willows,
In slumber folded deep,
O soldiers, brothers, every one,
God’s peace attend your sleep.
Our battle-fields, safe in the keeping,
Of Nature’s kind, fostering care,
Are blooming,—our heroes are sleeping,—
And peace broods perennial there.
All over our land rings the story
Of loyalty, fervent and true;
“One flag, and that flag is Old Glory,”
Alike for the Gray and the Blue.
John Howard Jewett.
Printed in the United States of America.
Transcriber’s Note:
The original punctuation, language and spelling have been retained, except where noted.