Taps + 

They are embosomed in the sod, + 

In still and tranquil leisure, + 

Their lives they’ve cast like trifles down, + 

To serve their country’s pleasure. + 

Nor bugle call, nor mother’s voice, + 

Nor moody mob’s unreason, + 

Shall break their solace and repose + 

Through swiftly changing season. + 

O graves of men who lived and died + 

Afar from life’s high pleasures, + 

Fold them in tenderly and warm + 

With manifold fond measures. + 