Beneath The Rows of Polished Stone

 Beneath the rows of polished stone

The soldier's last repose.

But shed no tear for them I ask

For through the hail of shot and shell,

Know that they all stood as one

Until the last one fell.

Feel the pride that swelled inside

As battle lines were drawn.

Hail the men who lived and died

For the warriors all live on.

And here upon these fields I stand,

Alive but not alone.

And now, again, I salute you friends

As you sleep 'neath rows of stone.