A Soldier’s Offering.The laurel wreath of gloryThat decks the soldier’s grave,Is but the finished story,The record of the brave;And he who dared the danger,Who battled well and true,To honor was no stranger,Though garbed in gray or blueGo, strip your choicest bowers,Where blossoms sweet abound,Then scatter free your flowersUpon each moss-grown mound;Though shaded by the North’s tall pineOr South’s palmetto tree,Let sprays that soldiers’ graves entwine,A soldier’s tribute be.—George M. Vickers.
The laurel wreath of gloryThat decks the soldier’s grave,Is but the finished story,The record of the brave;And he who dared the danger,Who battled well and true,To honor was no stranger,Though garbed in gray or blueGo, strip your choicest bowers,Where blossoms sweet abound,Then scatter free your flowersUpon each moss-grown mound;Though shaded by the North’s tall pineOr South’s palmetto tree,Let sprays that soldiers’ graves entwine,A soldier’s tribute be.—George M. Vickers.
The laurel wreath of gloryThat decks the soldier’s grave,Is but the finished story,The record of the brave;And he who dared the danger,Who battled well and true,To honor was no stranger,Though garbed in gray or blueGo, strip your choicest bowers,Where blossoms sweet abound,Then scatter free your flowersUpon each moss-grown mound;Though shaded by the North’s tall pineOr South’s palmetto tree,Let sprays that soldiers’ graves entwine,A soldier’s tribute be.—George M. Vickers.
The laurel wreath of glory
That decks the soldier’s grave,
Is but the finished story,
The record of the brave;
And he who dared the danger,
Who battled well and true,
To honor was no stranger,
Though garbed in gray or blue
Go, strip your choicest bowers,Where blossoms sweet abound,Then scatter free your flowersUpon each moss-grown mound;Though shaded by the North’s tall pineOr South’s palmetto tree,Let sprays that soldiers’ graves entwine,A soldier’s tribute be.—George M. Vickers.
Go, strip your choicest bowers,
Where blossoms sweet abound,
Then scatter free your flowers
Upon each moss-grown mound;
Though shaded by the North’s tall pine
Or South’s palmetto tree,
Let sprays that soldiers’ graves entwine,
A soldier’s tribute be.
—George M. Vickers.