1.
Where the mountain ash nods to the tempest's wild howling,
Where the echo shrinks mute in the vale dark and deep;
Where the gaunt vulture soars and the grim wolf's prowling,
The bones of dead heroes are taking their sleep.
No slab there appears, wet with sorrowing tears;
The hemlock and laurel hang over the spot;
And nobody knows where the reliques repose,
Of the soldier whose deeds and whose name are forgot.

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Let the requiem be sung; let the sad pray'r be said,
For the heroes forgotten -- the Unknown Dead.
For the heroes forgotten -- the Unknown Dead.

2.
They have fought for their rights, for the land of their sires,
Their forms have stood up like a bulwark of might;
They have knelt at the altar where burn Freedom's fires,
And thrust back the foe in her glorious light.
No bright stars for them, pluck'd from Fame's diadem;
Unnoticed, unheeded, they acted their parts,
'Mid the clashing of arms, and the battle's alarms,
They fell with the love of home deep in their hearts.

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3.
Then let him sleep on 'neath the sod of the valley,
Where night dews will have the long grass o'er their beds;
Above, on the great day of muster they'll rally,
And glory will twine a bright wreath round their heads.
No white marble stone shall rise o'er the Unknown;
But in our sad hearts a fresh record shall be;
Tho' nam'd never more, they will live in the core,
The bravest who fought and who died for the free.

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