Twine laurels to lay o'er the Blue and the Gray, spread
     wreaths where our heroes rest;
Let the song of the North echo back from the South for the
     love that is truest and best!
Twine wreaths for the tombs of our Grant and our Lee, one
     anthem for Jackson and Meade.
And the flag above you is the banner for me— -- one people
     in name and in deed!

Clasp hands o'er the graves where our laurelled ones lie— --
     clasp hands o'er the Gray and the Blue;
To-day we are brothers and bound by a tie that the years
     shall but serve to renew;
By the side of the Northman who peacefully sleeps where
     tropical odors are shed
A son of the South his companionship keeps -- —one flag o'er
     the two heroes spread.

Weave tokens of love for the heroes in blue, weave wreaths
     for the heroes in gray;
Clasp brotherly hands o'er the graves that are new— -- for the
     love that is ours to-day;
A trinity given to bless, to unite -- —three glorious records to
     keep,
And a kinship that never a grievance shall sever renewed
     where the brave are asleep!

Spread flowers to-day o'er the Blue and the Gray— -- spread
     wreaths where our heroes rest;
Let the song of the North echo back from the South for the
     love that is truest and best!
Twin wreaths for the tombs of our Grant and our Lee, one
     hymn for your father and mine!
Oh, the flag you adore is the banner for me and its folds
     our dead brothers entwine.