This is the day that we remember those
Who in their country's service fought, and died,
The battle over, lain in their repose
Their memories to us a source of pride,
To shore against the never-ending tide
Of time, as doth all monument efface,
We living, they the slain on either side
Our most exalted in the human race.
We the inheritors, our glories trace
In an unbroken line to sacrifice
Most dearly of what praise cannot replace,
Their lives, and we unworthy of such price.
The scourge of war, despite that we condemn
The vulgar cause—Lord, let us honor them.