Fondest HopesWill ever bloom With open petals For bride and groom. The winds will blow Their fragrance o'er The graves of those Who fell in war. Upon your breasts A cross I see, Kind words inscribed For you and I. Ye speak to us As if alive Comrades while passing by, Keep Old Glory flying high. Kind friends, your battle We fought and won, In the famous woods Of Argonne. For peace on earth We paved the way And for tomorrow We gave today. Today, dear sons, As ye glide O'er the waves beyond The returnless tide, A mother kneels Beside your grave As her Fondest Hopes Lie buried there And prays to God Who reigns on high To keep you in His heavenly care. The Plains Poems in Kansas
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