Memorial Day

Ye happy dead we srave to vïod, Who keepeth what is hls.fclway; We !ny the -idlfti un the sod. We'lay our bearts to yours to-day. Oh, take them. broken and unmeet For that high fiiith yon used to have! The trembling hand, thefalteriug feet. We turn to you across the grave. The fine resolve, the lofty part That perished Uke a sun-smote flower; Tlie silent coward hi the heart; The meinory oí the weakest hour; The thing we are not- meant to be - And still ero beggiug grief lo malje l'-. for the love we betS to ye- Olí, take them all, for Love's dear sake. Who else in earth or heaven can knoiv Iikc the dear dead. who eau forglve? Again. because we you so- He patiënt. Teach ns how to live. Thus once again, the scorching tear And achlng llps we bring, we trust. Dearer to us the treasure here Than all that stirs above the dust. Oh. happy dead who went to God ! Unid, hold us in your love ahvay. We lay the violeta on the aod, We lav our bearlís to youra to-dav.