THE PATRIOT DEAD.
Breathe balmy airs, ye fragrant flowers, O’er every silent sleeper’s head; Ye crystal dews and summer showers, Dress in fresh green each lowly bed. if Strew loving offerings o’er the grave, Their country’s joy, their country’s pride; For us their precious lives they gave, For freedom’s sacred cause they foled. ; ; Each cherished name its place shall hold, Like stars that gem the azure sky; Their deeds, on history’s page enrolled, .Are sealed for immortality. Long where on glory’s fields they fell \ May Freedom’s spotless banner wave, • And fragrant tributes grateful tell • Where live the free, where sleep the brave,' —Samuel Francis Smith, in New York Truth*
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New Zealand Tablet, 21 July 1921, Page 35
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109THE PATRIOT DEAD. New Zealand Tablet, 21 July 1921, Page 35
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