Columbus in Franklin County, Ohio — The American Midwest (Great Lakes)
Ohio World War Memorial
1917 – 1918
—WWI Doughboy —
To the Armed Forces of the United States “with the going down of the sun and in the morning we shall remember them.”
To the women of America in the World War. They served nobly in a just cause.
Authorized by an Act of the 88th General Assembly of Ohio. Myers Y. Cooper, Governor. Dedicated November 22, 1930. —— Commission: Chas. W. Montgomery, Miss Pauline F. Abrams, Arthur W. Reynolds, Horace S. Keifer, Gilson D. Light, R. G. Ingersoll.
Erected 1930 by Ohio World War Memorial Commission.
Location. 39° 57.69′ N, 82° 59.976′ W. Marker is in Columbus, Ohio, in Franklin County. Marker can be reached from High Street south of Broad Street (U.S. 40). Click for map. It is on the State House (Capitol) grounds, to the left of the main entrance. Marker is in this post office area: Columbus OH 43215, United States of America.
Other nearby markers. At least 12 other markers are within walking distance of this marker. “These Are My Jewels” (within shouting distance of this marker); The Spirit of ’98 (within shouting distance of this marker); William McKinley (within shouting distance of this marker); Here Stood Lincoln (within shouting distance of this marker); Peace (within shouting distance of this marker); Theodore Roosevelt Memorial Oak (within shouting distance of this marker); The Unknown Boy Scout (about 300 feet away, measured in a direct line); Columbus Monument (about 300 feet away); The State House (about 300 feet away); The Ohio Statehouse / Lincoln at the Statehouse (about 300 feet away); Trinity Episcopal Church (about 300 feet away); James A. Rhodes (about 400 feet away). Click for a list of all markers in Columbus.
1. “For the Fallen” by Laurence Binyon
The quote on the tablet on the right of this monument is from this 1914 poem by British poet Laurence Binyon (1869–1943).
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
— Submitted August 3, 2008.
Categories. • War, World I •
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