Memorial Day Quotes

Memorial Day Quotes

 Quotes for Memorial Day

Memorial Day Quotes

The dead soldier’s silence sings our national anthem.
– Rev. Aaron Kilbourn  

Although no sculptured marble should rise to their memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land they honored. 
-Daniel Webster 

The purpose of all war is peace. 
 -Saint Augustine

Green sods are all their monuments; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids.
– James Gates Percival

For love of country they accepted death.
– James A. Garfield

Memorial Day Quotes

The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example. 
– Benjamin Disraeli

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast, And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
 

These heroes are dead.  They died for liberty – they died for us.  They are at rest.  They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines.  They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the windowless Place of Rest.  Earth may run red with other wars – they are at peace.  In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death.  I have one sentiment for soldiers living and dead:  cheers for the living; tears for the dead. 
– Robert G. Ingersoll

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A National Moment of Remembrance

On memorial day

That poem about where “poppies blow”

And, “the crosses, row on row”

Still rings true, these ninety plus years

After written, still brings tears.

We still have Dead, “amid the guns”

And lose our young and our loved ones

Those who lived, “short days ago”

Who, “felt dawn, saw sunset glow”.

In Flanders Fields, “the poppy red”

Still grow where the blood was bled

They, “Take up our quarrel with the foe”

And still die for Freedoms that we know.

They pass, “The torch” to, “hold it high”

And not, “break the faith with us who die”

For they, “shall not sleep, though poppies grow”

Beneath all those, “crosses, row on row”

In Flanders Fields.

Del “Abe” Jones

4-25-2005