Deep are the evening shadows, the sun has gone to rest
The camp is now so peaceful, the drummers beat is stilled.
Crisp and bright the camp fire, with primeval power possessed,
Calling forth the human passions, that form our inner core.
A shared experience this firelight, which reminds us of the past
and stiring in our bosoom memories of those who came before.
Soon wind doth press the flaring flame, to extend a warming touch.
and mark this place a hallowed hall of sky, of tree, and earth
Oh! wholesome power of remembrance, the mind in free fall knows
sanctify those that stood here once
and marked their fate by service unswayed in firm intent
they stand with us together an interwoven band.
and defend this place, our piece of sacred land
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