From: Scott Hill
Soldier , rest! thy march is done;
Thou hast reached the camping ground:
Battles fought and victories won,
Thou a conqueror's wreath hast found.
Death has claimed thy form alone;
And thy spirit liveth still,
Working in diviner ways
After God the Maker's will.
Thou hast battled for the right,
Bravely fought and nobly fell,
Martyred in defence of truth,
Loved by thee so long and well.
Reverent is this tribute placed
By a loyal, stranger hand,
On this soldier's casket, one
Called to die for native land.
Simple though its words and few,
'Tis a tribute of the heart,
Due to one who bravely bore
In dear Freedom's strife a part.
Soldier! rest in hallowed peace;
Though affection's tear may fall,
Patriot hearts may yet rejoice
That thou heardst thy country's call.
Green around thy head shall twine
Evermore the unwithering bays;
And thy name, with freedom joined,
Shall be whispered oft with praise.
Poem by Phoebe A. Hanaford
Sleep tight old friend, for it is our turn to take the watch. You taught us well, and we thank you for it.
Scott Hill