Chapter V

What wreaths shall we entwine For our dear boys to deck their holy shrine? Mountain-laurel, morning-glory, Goldenrod and asters blue, Purple loosestrife, prince's-pine, Wild-azalea, meadow-rue, Nodding-lilies, columbine,-- All the native blooms that grew In these fresh woods and pastures new, Wherein they loved to ramble and to play. Bring no exotic flowers: America was in their hearts, And they are ours For ever and a day.