Over Their Graves

Over their graves rang once the bugie'a cali The searehlng shrapnel, and the crashinjíball The shriek. the shock of battle and the neigh Of horse; the cries of anguish and diamav ; And the loudcannon's thunders that appall. Now through the years thebrown piue-needles fall, The vines run Hot by the old stone wal], By hedge, by meadow streamlet f ar away; Over their gravea. We love our dead wnere'er 90 held in tb rail- Than they no Greek more bravely died, nor Gaul, A love that's deathless! bnt they look to dity With no reproacbes on ua wben wè ay, ' Come ! let us clasp your hands, u e're bi-others all," Over their grave? !