It's right to have a statue in the park,
Where swords and anchors guard the pledgein stone;
I come here often in the evening's dark,
And find a courage stronger than my own.
The Cannoneer is looking to the south;
There to the north, the Cavalry's at rest;
The Rifle's east, with sternness on hismouth;
And on my side the Sailor, facing west.
They've stood here long before my father'stime,
While I've grown up beneath their sleeplessgaze,
And now my sons are men, and theirs willclimb
Upon this shaft on flag-filled holidays.
Mankind must live, and love, more Godlywise,
Under the plea ingrained in granite eyes. |
