"Kneel Where Our Loves Are Sleeping"

Kneel where our loves are sleeping,
Dear ones loved in days gone by,
Here we bow in holy revrence,
Our bosoms heave the heartfelt sigh
They fell like brave men, true as steel,
And pour'd their blood like rain
We feel we owe them all we have,
And can but kneel and weep again.

Here we find our noble dead
Their spirits soar'd to him above,
Rest they now about his throne,
For God is mercy God is love.
Then let us pray that we may live,
As pure and good as they have been,
That dying we may ask of Him,
To ope the gate and let us in.

chorus:

Kneel where our loves are sleeping,
They lost, but still were good and true,
Our father, brothers fell still fighting.
We weep, 'tis all that we can do.

Nella Sweet, 1867

Happy Memorial Day.

Dedicated to 'Van The Man' and all the brave men and women!