This thirtieth day of May,
Upon our fallen heroes’ graves
On this Memorial Day;
We cherish now no bitter thoughts
In this fair land of ours,
But on all fallen heroes’ graves
We come to scatter flowers.
The rank and file in North and South
Believed their cause was just;
We find upon each battle flag
Inscribed, “In God We Trust;”
And in this sunny land of ours,
Now sleeping side by side,
The Union Blue and Southern Gray
Lie buried where they died.
Since we have come to scatter flowers
This consecrated day,
We cannot cherish bitter thoughts
Toward those who wore the “Gray;”
Believing that their cause was right,
Freely their blood they shed;
Then, let us strew-alike-the graves
Of all our sacred dead.
And those who for the Union fought,
In scattering flowers to-day
On heroes’ graves, would never dream
Of passing by the gray;
And heroes of the “Southern Cause,”
In paying homage true,
Will not forget the graves of those
Who wore the Union Blue.
Thrice welcome, then, this sacred day.
That binds our hearts anew;
Our country undivided stands,
For all-now love the Blue;
On resurrection day,
Linked arm in arm, we’ll find the boys
Who wore the Blue and Gray.
