I hear the bells that chime tonight
And rifle shots that clear the air
And folded flags, gifts from the dead–
A cloak of sorrow for to wear.

Nowhere in the dead of night
Is there now a place to rest
Yet the chains of slavery
Teach me of the holy blest.

With the mantle now upon
The heavy shoulders of my soul
I will walk the world awhile
As the living pay their toll.

6 thoughts on “Farewell

  1. How moving a tribute to fallen soldiers, to the death of honored veterans. Yes, we who remain do bear a heavy mantle of responsiblity to do better in the world, for the world, than to resort to endless war after war.

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