Not theirs the rush of maddened wrath
That reckless sundered ties of blood,
But honor's beacon showed the path
where dauntless duty stood.
Through famine years they followed far
where her unswerving banners led -
Beyond her glory's flame-tipped star -
Behind her honor's dead.
The years their slow procession keep.
The banner barred with red is furled -
But now its gray clad soldiers sleep
The heros of a world.
Sr. E.C.
--Inscription from Memoria In Aeterna