Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
From the farms of upstate to the tenements of Brooklyn & Harlem, New York men have served their country. This "Fallen Soldiers' Flag Garden" commemorates the 100,000 men who have given their lives, going back to the Revolution. Madison Square Park. #MemorialDay pic.twitter.com/wCQTzQw9Ku
— Regina D (@friendofedmund) May 27, 2019