The Great War

from A Calendar of Verse, an electronic edition

To Those in Nameless Graves

No need of stone to mark the place

Where buried lie the glorious dead.

Our hearts their sepulcher doth grace

And in our souls a halo trace

As light to show the way they led.

No need of blossoms, leaves, or wreath

To cheer their nameless couch and cold.

The only flower that decks the heath

And flourishes in winter's teeth

The flag they fought for doth unfold.

No need of long and fervent prayer

At heaven's gate to speed them well:

For God receives them, full aware

On earth they nobly did their share

When they for home and country fell.