Breathe not a whisper here; The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground; In silence gather near this upheaved mound - Around the soldier's bier. Here Liberty may weep, And Freedom pause in her unchecked career, To pay the sacred tribute of a tear O'er the pale warrior's sleep. That arm now cold in death, But late on glory's field triumphant bore Our country's flag; that marble brow once bore The victor's fadeless wreath. Rest soldier, sweetly rest; Affection's gentle hand shall deck thy tomb With flowers and chaplets of unfading bloom Be laid upon thy breast.

Soldier Life