Requiescat in Pace

Cover with flowers the wound of the dart,
Fill it with flowers, the void in the heart; 
Tenderest thoughts are unfolding to-day,
Sweet as the blossoms a-bloom in the May. 

Think not of suffering, bloodshed and strife,
Think not of loss that hath come to thy life,
Think of the peace with suffering done,
Think of the glories their sacrifice won. 


This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem

“Requiescat in Pace” originally appeared in In the Land of Fancy and Other Poems (F. T. Neely, 1902).