Only
A Soldier's Grave
Only
a soldier's grave! Pass by,
For
soldiers, like other mortals, die.
Parents
had he -- they are far away;
No
sister weeps o'er the soldier's clay;
No
brother comes, with tearful eye;
It's
only a soldier's grave -- pass by.
True,
he was loving, and young, and brave,
Though
no glowing epitaph honors his grave;
No
proud recital of virtues known,
Of
griefs endured, or triumphs won;
No
tablet of marble, or obelisk high; --
Only
a soldier's grave: -- pass by.
Yet
bravely he wielded his sword in fight,
And
he gave his life in the cause of right!
When
his hope was high, and his youthful dream
As
warm as the sunlight on yonder stream;
His
heart unvexed by sorrow or sigh; --
Yet,
'tis only a soldier's grave: - pass by.
Yet,
we should mark it -- the soldier's grave,
Some
one may seek him in hope to save!
Some
of the dear ones, far away,
Would
bear him home to his native clay:
'Twere
sad, indeed, should they wander nigh,
Find
not the hillock, and pass him by.
-S.A.
Jones
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