Classic Poem

Still sleeps the unknown soldier
His long and dreamless sleep,
While loud with prayer we reaffirm
The faith he died to keep—

In graveyards without number,
Upon the nameless stone,
The heart stops to remember,
Then goes ahead, alone. . . .

Today we pause in tribute;
Tomorrow we will pass—
The grave marked only by the green
Memorial of grass!

Still sleeps the unknown soldier
—His long and dreamless sleep,
While loud with prayer we reaffirm
—The faith he died to keep—

In graveyards without number,
—Upon the nameless stone,
The heart stops to remember,
—Then goes ahead, alone. . . .

Today we pause in tribute;
—Tomorrow we will pass—
The grave marked only by the green
—Memorial of grass!