To whom we owe remembering
The scoffer said, "The war is done;
The dead are dead, the battles won;
We must forego remembering."
The thinker said, "Altho' the sod
Is bloodless now, the hand of God
Pulls eternal from the clod
That we might know remembering."
Beneath the quiet roots of grass,
In fail decay and bits of brass,
Lie men who call us as we pass,
To whom we owe remembering.
We owe recall of death they braved,
The sacrifice of thousands graved.
We pledge the nation that they saved
Shall live and grow, remebering.
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