Armistice Day

Let us evoke no phantom throng
With marble monument and song,
With mock solemnity that comes
From marching feet and muffled drums.

But in this drift of after years
Let us pay honor with our tears.
They dared to die, let us who live
Dare to have pity and forgive.

Let us evoke no phantom throng
With marble monument and song,
With mock solemnity that comes
From marching feet and muffled drums.

But in this drift of after years
Let us pay honor with our tears.
They dared to die, let us who live
Dare to have pity and forgive.
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