A Wreath Of Flowers

        Written for Decoration Day, May 30, 1918.


        I wove me a wreath of flowers
            To place in memories hall,
        In honor of the brave and fearless men
            Who had answered our country's call.
        The men who had answered, and fought, and died
            For the cause of freedom, our country's pride!

        I wove me a wreath of flowers
            With many a sigh and tear,
        As a tribute to all the good and true
            Who were given few honors here.
        The man of humble piety
            Who lived and died in obscurity.

        A wreath of flowers, a little thing
            For flowers wither and fade;
        But the fragrance they shed is not soon forgot
            By me, who the wreath has made.
        So the virtues of those who have gone before,
            Will always be treasured in memory's store.