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.