by Gideon Burton
America, your guardians, the men
Who with their youth and strength obeyed the call
To shield your freedoms, happy to defend
Our glad republic with their very all,
Begin to weary, though their hearts grow strong
As they recall each sacrifice they made
For you, America. And it is wrong
Should we allow their memories to fade
To vanish in the misty past. I fear
The very peace that they secured now clouds
That ardent loyalty they had so clear,
Those patriots whom waving flags turn proud.
America, we won't forget their strife,
Or dull our thanks to those who gave us life.
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