. Book of the Royal blue . plifted high and reaching forth Above the sacred, solemn spot To beckon songbirds from afar! Where lies the dust of heroes dead! And here the songsters love to meet And when a well-loved form is missed And trill their choicest roundelays. That they, when living, knew so well. That echoes from each leaf rejieat His couch is by their shadows kissed Through all the tuneful summer days. In sorrow, that their moanings tell. The lovely groves of Soldiers Home— The sacred groves of Soldiers Home— How grateful is their noonday shade! How sweet the moments in their shade How
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. Book of the Royal blue . plifted high and reaching forth Above the sacred, solemn spot To beckon songbirds from afar! Where lies the dust of heroes dead! And here the songsters love to meet And when a well-loved form is missed And trill their choicest roundelays. That they, when living, knew so well. That echoes from each leaf rejieat His couch is by their shadows kissed Through all the tuneful summer days. In sorrow, that their moanings tell. The lovely groves of Soldiers Home— The sacred groves of Soldiers Home— How grateful is their noonday shade! How sweet the moments in their shade How sweet the music of their leaves When flowers of love and grief we strew By fauns and dancing aephyrs played! Where heroes, worn, to rest are laid! Their weaving shadows gently rest Here Heaven to us seems very near. On velvet robes of Mother Earth, And open seem the pearly gates While rays with jewels deck her breast Wherein a comrade, once so dear. And kiss sweet flowerets into birth. His dearest, tardy comrade waits..
