Cover them over with beautiful flowers,
Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours,
Lying so silent by night and by day
Sleeping the years of their manhood away.
Give them the meed they have won in the past,
Give them the honors their future forecast;
Give them the chaplets they won in the strife;
Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
Will M. Carleton
Theodore O'Hara served in the U.S. Army, fighting in the Mexican War, and in the Confederate Army during the Civil War. His poem, The Bivouac Of The Dead, was written to commemorate comrades who died in Mexico, but it has been used since the Civil War by both sides to remember our fallen heroes.
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents to spread,
Their silent tents to spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
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