• Author: Unknown
• Editor:
• Newspaper: The Umpire volume V
• Page Number:
• Date: 7 31 1918
• Tags:
• poetry
• patriotism

EPITAPH FOR AN AMERICAN SOLDIER

He was some mother’s well-loved son, —So fine he lookt in martial guise— And now in alien earth he lies, And hears no more the tuck of drum, Nor sees the shell-flare in the skies. Like to the seeker for a prize, In some great race that had been run; The consciousness of duty done, Lookt from his widely opened eyes. That freedom have a newer birth; That Truth and Justice only reign, That Right prevail upon the earth; Man’s upward struggle be not vain; For this he proved a freeman’s worth, And lies dead on Picardy’s plain.