Arlington Cemetery
Beneath this green and grassy field,
Whence ghosts of heros past doth shield,
Lie noble relics of flesh and bone,
To each bequeathed a marble stone.
And as you walk amongst the rows,
May you learn what each one here knows.
O that freedom should not be lost,
All who lie here have paid the cost.
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