 Memorial Day Quotes And Poems
Memorial Day is perhaps the perfect occasion to share some powerful patriotic quotes and warm Memorial Day poems on the brave war heroes that America has produced. You can share them with your friends and family too! Here they are to enlist a few among the many memorable Memorial Day quotes and poems:
Those who will, may raise monuments of marble to perpetuate the fame of heroes. Those who will, may build memorial halls to remind those who shall gather there in after times what manhood could do and dare for right and what high examples of virtue and valor have gone before them. But let us make our offering to the ever-living soul. Let us build our benefactions in the ever-growing heart, that they shall live and rise and spread in blessing beyond our sight, beyond the ken of man and beyond the touch of time.
--Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain
Memorial Day 1884
Heroism is latent in every human soul... however humble or unknown, they (the veterans) have renounced what are accounted pleasures and cheerfully undertaken all self-denials; privations, toils, dangers, sufferings, sicknesses, mutilations, life-long hurts and losses, death itself. For some great good, dimly seen but dearly held.
--Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain,
Memorial Day 1828-1914
"Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours."
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"These heroes are dead. They died for liberty-they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadow of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars-they are at peace. In the midst of the battles, in the roar of conflicts, they found the serenity of death."
--Author Unknown
Eulogy for a Veteran
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the Gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
--Author Unknown
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