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Civil War American National Cemeteries
On Fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards with solemn round
' The bivouac of the dead. "
A third of the way down the road is the following:
' Whether in the prison drear,
Or in the battle's van, The fittest place for man to die, Is where he dies tor man. "
And opposite:
" The hopes, the fears, the blood, the tears
That mark the bitter strife, Are now all crowned by victory That saved the nation's life. "
Further down stands:
" Then, shall the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return unto God who made it. "
And its companion:
" A thousand battle fields have drank
The blood of warriors brave, And countless homes are dark and drear Through the land they died to save. "
National Cemeteries of the Civil War
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