ON the sunny hillside sleeping, On the calm and placid plain, By the rivers swiftly sweeping, By the rudely roaring main, Lie the men who saved the nation In the dark hour long ago, Meeting death with proud elation From a brave but erring foe. In their earthly sleep unending Do the nation's martyred sons Hear the war shouts hoarsely blending With the booming of the guns? Do they quicken at the rattle As the mighty band sweeps by? Do they see that still in battle Heroes rise to do or die? Let us hope these warriors knighted In the bright hereafter know That our nation firm united Faces now a common foe; That beneath the dear Old Glory, Clearing freedom's splendid way, Adding luster to its story, Side by side march Blue and Gray! |