Two Epitaphs
1 For the Unknown Soldier (Paris)
UNKNOWN but not unhonored rest,Symbol of all Time shall not reap;Not one stilled heart in that torn breast,But a myriad millions sleep.
2 For a Child Still-bornHERE sleeps a spark that never burned,A seed not granted spring to bloom,A soul whose darkened pathway turnedFrom tomb of flesh to dusty tomb.
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