James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
August 9Cedar Mountain
By Annie Fields (18341915)
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Toll them not,—the day is holy!
Golden-flooded noon is poured
In grand libation to the Lord.
Whose hopeless eyes forget to pray;
They each hold high the o’erflowing urn,
And bravely to the altar turn.
To-day another virgin paint;
Where with the lily once she stood
Show now the new beatitude.
Of silver beauty beyond stain,
Clasping a flower for our land
A sheathèd in her hand.
Guarding the flower throughout its length;
Each sword has won a sweet release
To the flower of beauty and of peace.
To the Lord the day is holy;
To the young dead we consecrate
These lives that now we dedicate.