Edgar Guest
The finest tribute we can pay
The finest tribute we can pay
Unto our hero dead today,
Is not a rose wreath, white and red,
In memory of the blood they shed;
It is to stand beside each mound,
Each couch of consecrated ground,
And pledge ourselves as warriors true
Unto the work they died to do.
Into God's valleys where they lie
Into God's valleys where they lie
At rest, beneath the open sky,
Triumphant now o'er every foe,
As living tributes let us go.
No wreath of rose or immortelles
Or spoken word or tolling bells
Will do to-day,
unless we give Our pledge
that liberty shall live.
Our hearts must be the roses red
Our hearts must be the roses red
We place above our hero dead;
Today beside their graves
we must
Renew allegiance to their trust;
Must bare our heads and humbly say
We hold the Flag as dear as they,
And stand, as once they stood,
to die To keep the Stars and Stripes on high.
The finest tribute we can pay
The finest tribute we can pay
Unto our hero dead today
Is not of speech or roses red,
But living, throbbing hearts instead,
That shall renew the pledge
they sealed
With death upon the battlefield:
That freedom's flag
shall bear no stain
And free men wear no tyrant's chain.
Our Thanks to all who paid the ultimate price for our Freedom today and loving prayers to the families that let them go.
We will never forget you.