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To have been read before the statue of	A
Lafayette and Washington in Paris	B
on Decoration Day May	C
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Ay it is fitting on this holiday	C
Commemorative of our soldier dead	D
When with sweet flowers of our New England May	C
Hiding the lichened stones by fifty years made gray	C
Their graves in every town are garlanded	D
That pious tribute should be given too	D
To our intrepid few	D
Obscurely fallen here beyond the seas	E
Those to preserve their country's greatness died	D
But by the death of these	E
Something that we can look upon with pride	D
Has been achieved nor wholly unreplied	D
Can sneerers triumph in the charge they make	F
That from a war where Freedom was at stake	F
America withheld and daunted stood aside	D
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Be they remembered here with each reviving spring	G
Not only that in May when life is loveliest	D
Around Neuville Saint Vaast and the disputed crest	D
Of Vimy they superb unfaltering	G
In that fine onslaught that no fire could halt	D
Parted impetuous to their first assault	D
But that they brought fresh hearts and springlike too	D
To that high mission and 'tis meet to strew	D
With twigs of lilac and spring's earliest rose	H
The cenotaph of those	H
Who in the cause that history most endears	H
Fell in the sunny morn and flower of their young years	H
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Yet sought they neither recompense nor praise	H
Nor to be mentioned in another breath	I
Than their blue coated comrades whose great days	H
It was their pride to share ay share even to the death	I
Nay rather France to you they rendered thanks	H
Seeing they came for honor not for gain	J
Who opening to them your glorious ranks	H
Gave them that grand occasion to excel	K
That chance to live the life most free from stain	J
And that rare privilege of dying well	K
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IV	D
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O friends I know not since that war began	L
From which no people nobly stands aloof	D
If in all moments we have given proof	D
Of virtues that were thought American	M
I know not if in all things done and said	D
All has been well and good	D
Or if each one of us can hold his head	D
As proudly as he should	D
Or from the pattern of those mighty dead	D
Whose shades our country venerates to day	D
If we've not somewhat fallen and somewhat gone astray	D
But you to whom our land's good name is dear	N
If there be any here	O
Who wonder if her manhood be decreased	D
Relaxed its sinews and its blood less red	D
Than that at Shiloh and Antietam shed	D
Be proud of these have joy in this at least	D
And cry Now heaven be praised	D
That in that hour that most imperilled her	P
Menaced her liberty who foremost raised	D
Europe's bright flag of freedom some there were	P
Who not unmindful of the antique debt	D
Came back the generous path of Lafayette	D
And when of a most formidable foe	D
She checked each onset arduous to stem	Q
Foiled and frustrated them	Q
On those red fields where blow with furious blow	D
Was countered whether the gigantic fray	D
Rolled by the Meuse or at the Bois Sabot	D
Accents of ours were in the fierce melee	D
And on those furthest rims of hallowed ground	D
Where the forlorn the gallant charge expires	H
When the slain bugler has long ceased to sound	D
And on the tangled wires	H
The last wild rally staggers crumbles stops	H
Withered beneath the shrapnel's iron showers	H
Now heaven be thanked we gave a few brave drops	H
Now heaven be thanked a few brave drops were ours	H
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There holding still in frozen steadfastness	H
Their bayonets toward the beckoning frontiers	H
They lie our comrades lie among their peers	H
Clad in the glory of fallen warriors	H
Grim clusters under thorny trellises	H
Dry furthest foam upon disastrous shores	H
Leaves that made last year beautiful still strewn	R
Even as they fell unchanged beneath the changing moon	R
And earth in her divine indifference	H
Rolls on and many paltry things and mean	S
Prate to be heard and caper to be seen	S
But they are silent calm their eloquence	H
Is that incomparable attitude	D
No human presences their witness are	T
But summer clouds and sunset crimson hued	D
And showers and night winds and the northern star	T
Nay even our salutations seem profane	J
Opposed to their Elysian quietude	D
Our salutations calling from afar	T
From our ignobler plane	J
And undistinction of our lesser parts	H
Hail brothers and farewell you are twice blest brave hearts	H
Double your glory is who perished thus	H
For you have died for France and vindicated us	H

Alan Seeger

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