Monday, May 30, 2011

Thoughts for the day

A mother's gift to her country's cause is a story yet untold
She had three sons, three only sons, each worth his weight in gold
She gave them up for the sake of war, while her heart was filled with pain
As each went away, she was heard to say, he will never return again
One lies down near Appomattax, many miles away
Another sleeps at Chickamauga, and they both wore suits of gray
'Mid the strains of "Down to Dixie", the third was laid away
In a trench at Santiago, the Blue and the Gray
She's alone tonight, while the stars shine bright, with a heart full of despair
On the last great day, I can hear her say, my three boys will be there
Perhaps they'll wait, at the heav'nly gates, on guard beside their guns
Then the mother true, to the gray and blue, may enter with her sons
--The Blue and The Gray, by Paul Dresser
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. -- Abraham Lincoln, The Gettysburg Address
In Flanders fields the poppies blow       Between the crosses, row on row,    That mark our place; and in the sky    The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
--- In Flander's Fields, by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

1 comment:

Old NFO said...

Good ones DB, thanks for remembering!

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