Classic Poem

Blow , bugles, blow, soft and sweet and low,
Sing a good-night song for them who bravely faced the foe;
— — Sing a song of truce to pain,
— — Where they sleep nor wake again,
— — 'Neath the sunshine or the rain —
Blow, bugles, blow.

Wave, banners, wave, above each hero's grave,
Fold them, O thou stainless flag that they died to save;
— — All thy stars with glory bright,
— — Bore they on through Treason's night,
— — Through the darkness to the light —
Wave, banners, wave.

Fall, blossoms, fall, over one and all,
They who heard their country's cry and answered to the call;
— — 'Mid the shock of shot and shell,
— — Where they bled and where they fell,
— — They who fought so long and well —
Fall, blossoms, fall.

Sigh, breezes, sigh, so gently wandering by,
Bend above them tenderly, blue of summer sky;
— — All their weary marches done,
— — All their battles fought and won,
— — Friend and lover, sire and son —
Sigh, breezes, sigh.