Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest <br />On this Field of the Grounded Arms, <br />Where foes no more molest, <br />Nor sentry's shot alarms! <br /> <br />Ye have slept on the ground before, <br />And started to your feet <br />At the cannon's sudden roar, <br />Or the drum's redoubling beat. <br /> <br />But in this camp of Death <br />No sound your slumber breaks; <br />Here is no fevered breath, <br />No wound that bleeds and aches. <br /> <br />All is repose and peace, <br />Untrampled lies the sod; <br />The shouts of battle cease, <br />It is the Truce of God! <br /> <br />Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! <br />The thoughts of men shall be <br />As sentinels to keep <br />Your rest from danger free. <br /> <br />Your silent tents of green <br />We deck with fragrant flowers; <br />Yours has the suffering been, <br />The memory shall be ours.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-harbour-decoration-day/
