Breathe not a whisper here,
The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground.
In silence gather near this upheaved mound,
around the soldier's bier.
Here liberty may weep,
freedom pause in her unchecked career,
to pay the sacred tribute of a tear
o'er the pale warrior's sleep.
That arm now cold in death,
but late on glory's field triumphant, bore
our countries flag, that marble brow once bore
the victor's fadeless wreath.
Rest soldier, sweetly rest.
Affection's gentle hand shall deck thy tomb
with flowers and chaplets of unfading bloom
Be laid upon thy breast. Play The Colors
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