Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette Poem by Amelia Josephine Burr

THEY knew they were fighting our war. As the months grew to years
Their men and their women had watched through their blood and their tears
For a sign that we knew, we who could not have come to be free
Without France, long ago. And at last from the threatening sea
The stars of our strength on the eyes of their weariness rose
And he stood among them, the sorrow-strong hero we chose
To carry our flag to the tomb of that Frenchman whose name
A man of our country could once more pronounce without shame.
What crown of rich words would he set for all time on this day?
The past and the future were listening what he would say--
Only this, from the white--flaming heart of a passion austere,
Only this--ah, but France understood 'Lafayette, we are here.'