The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo'
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few;
On Fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread;
But Glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
Theodore O'Hara's poem is found in many military cemeteries and oddly, he fought on the Confederate side during the Civil War.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
John McCrae-Canadian physician serving with the medical corps in France during WWI when he contracted pneumonia and died in 1918.
Day is done...
Gone the sun
From the lake...
From the hills...
From the sky.
All is well...
God is nigh.
Dims the sight
And a star....
Gems the sky....
Falls the night.
Major General Daniel Butterfield