Mignonette and pale Narcissus,
Soldier dust, we give to thee.
Myrtle crown and Laurel chaplet,
Fragrant things that bloom and die,—
These, O camp of silent sleepers!
Over every outpost lie.
These we leave with loving message—
Crowns, the faithful Earth will keep,
While the sacred dust of heroes
Still she softly holds asleep.
COMPANY K.
THERE'S a cap in the closet,
Old, tattered, and blue,
That would be little value,
It may be, to you;
But a crown jewel-studded
Could not buy it to-day,
With its letters of honor,
Brave "Company K."
The head that it sheltered
Needs shelter no more;
Dead heroes make holy
The trifles they wore;
So a wreath better winning
Than laurel and bay
Seems the cap of the soldier,
Marked "Company K."
