Vigilance
Lonely battlefield lies hushed
‘Neath the softly falling rain,
As the crimson ground is washed
From its dreadful crimson stain.
Respite now from battles grim
To the valiant soldiers true;
Dear it was to vict’ry win
And hope in hearts imbue.
At home, they will be met with joy,
With merriment and honors great;
Yet strongest man and bravest boy
All bear the soldiers’ fate.
‘Ere long, the know, again will rise
A time to fight and strive to win;
So keep they guard, lest heavy eyes
Let darkness in to grow again.
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ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant and powerful reminder of the cost of freedom. Thank you!
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