The marching armies of the past <br />Along our Southern plains, <br />Are sleeping now in quiet rest <br />Beneath the Southern rains. <br /> <br />The bugle call is now in vain <br />To rouse them from their bed; <br />To arms they'll never march again- <br />They are sleeping with the dead. <br /> <br />No more will Shiloh's plains be stained <br />With blood our heroes shed, <br />Nor Chancellorsville resound again <br />To our noble warriors' tread. <br /> <br />For them no more shall reveille <br />Sound at the break of dawn, <br />But may their sleep peaceful be <br />Till God's great judgment morn. <br /> <br />We bow our heads in solemn prayer <br />For those who wore the gray, <br />And clasp again their unseen hands <br />On our Memorial Day.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confederate-memorial-day/
