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Hallowed Ground
By Walt Whitman
I wonder where I might be, deep loneliness fills my spirit, a darkness filled with tears...
One by one I see those like me, laid to rest in this hallowed place.
Smith, Bailey, Mathes and Johnson, all called to honor, duty bound.
Time for taps, slowly and softly the bugle blows, the sun is setting, its the final call.
The echo of taps fills the night...
We gave our best, we served when called.
Play the taps, one last call.
Walk among us with respect, we lay at rest on hallow gound.
© 2002 All Rights Reserved By: Dee {DBM}
While their are no official words to the bugle call itself, the commonly used lyrics are derived from the following verses:
Fading light dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar drawing nigh -- Falls the night.
Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.
Then good night, peaceful night,
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright;
God is near, do not fear -- Friend, good night.
AUTHOR: Glen Carter [Owl Patrol, Woodbadge 82-49-30]
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