The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1865-07-05

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THOUGHTS OF THE PLACE AND TINE.
As men beneath some load of grief
Or sudden joy will dumbly stand,
Finding no words to give relief
Clear, passion warm, complete and briei-
To thoughts with which their souls expand
So here tn. day-these trophies nigh
Our lips no fitting words can reach;
The hills around, the graves, the sky
The silent poem OF the eye
Surpasses all the art OF speech!
To day, nation meets TO build
A nations trophy TO the dead,
Who, living, formed her sword and shield
The arms she sadly learned to WELD
When other hope of peace had 0ed.
And not alone for those who lie
In honorrd graves before VIZ b|ent,
Shall our proud column, broad and high
Climb upward TO the blessing sky,
But be for oil monument
An emblem Of our grief as VOL
For others ms for these. we roise;
For these beneath our feet who dwell,
And all who In the good cause fell
On other fields. In other trays
To all the self same love We bear
Which here for marbled memory striveA
No soldier for wreath would caro-
Which all true comrades mieh' not share
Brothers In death rs In their lives
On Southern bill sides, parchcd aud brown.
In tangled swamp, on verdant ridge,
Where pines and broadening oaks look down,
And jasmine weaves Its yellow crown,
And trumpet. creepers clothe the hedge;
Along the shores Of endless sand.
Beneath the palms Of Southern plains,
Sleep everywhere, hand locked In hand.
The brothers of the gallant band
Who here poured life through throbbtng veins.
Around The closing eyes Of all
The same red glorics eIared and dew-
The bu-ry,ng fugs, the buglc CALL
The whistle OF the angry ball;
The elbow touch OF comrades truei
The skirmish 're--a spaticr'ng spray;
Tho rolling growi OF IRE by Tile,
The tblckcning fury Of the fray
When opening batteries get In play,
ACd the lines form DER many mile.
The foemans yell, our answering cheer.
Red nsshes through tho gathering smoke.
Swift orders. resonant and clear;
Bhe cries from comrades tried and dear;
The shell SCI cam and the sabre stroke,
The rolling Dire from left To right,
From right TO J. II VIC hear II swell,
Thv beadong charges swift and bright;
The tbickeuine tumuit OF tho light,
And bursting thundcrs OF tho shell
Now denscr, deadier grows the strife,
And here we YIELD and there we gam;
The air with hurting missiles rife,
voey for vollcy, life for life
No time TO heed The cries OF paint
Painting Ms up the hills We char.e,
Or down them ms we broken roll
Life never felt so high. so large
And never DER so " de mnrRc
In triumph swept the kindling souit
New raptures wnken In The breast
Amid this he'll OF scene and sound.
The baf kins batteries never rrst
And broken foot BY horsemep pressed
Stih stubboruly contest their ground,
Fresh waves of battle rolling IN
To iako the place Of shattered waves.
Torn tines TINT grow more ben, and thin
A binding cloud, n maddcnins dir
Txvoa sl,..c Had patv
Night falls at length with plying veil
A moonIit silence deep ard fresh,
These upturncd faces sia,ncd and pale.
Vainiy the chill night dews nssaiI--
For colder than Tho dcws their ncsh'
And Hickertng far through brush and wool
Go searching parties. torch 10 hand
s'seizc " you eau some rest and food,
Al dawn the fight will be renewed.
sleep on your nrms" the bushcd command
They talk in whispers Ms they lie
In line-thesc rough md weary men,
"Dead or but wounded'" thea sgb,
mo coffee ether" Guess we'ti Try
TO get thos' two guns back aean"
1--WE Ave hngs 10 thor ono ohol'
That bridge hot there a. 10 passedl'
s'The colonel ,icad' II cant be 80,
Wounded and badly that know;
But he kept saddle 10 The last"
"Be sure 10 send Il II ] fall
ANY tobacco' Bill. bavc you'''
"a brown hairrd, blue eyed, laughing doll"
''Good night. boys, and God keep YOU ALL"
.whnu sound asccpy Guess I'll sleep, TOO"
"Ycs, Just about this hour they pray
For Dad " stop talking, PASS tho world"
And soon NJ quiet as the clay,
Which thousands Will but he next day,
The drawn s'shs Of sleep are heard
Oh, men' 10 whom this sketch though rude,
Calls back some scene Of pain and pride.
Oh, widowi huggiuR close your brood.
oh, wifci with happiness renewed,
Since DC AMIN 's nj your SIDE,
This trophy that TO day We raise
Should b. monument for all.
And on its sides no biggard phrase
CoIGnc generous nations praise
To those who here have CHANGED 10 fall.
But let us oil 10 day combine
etii other monuments 60 raise,
Here for the Dead We build shrine.
And nov 10 those who. crippled, pine,
Let US give hope Of happier days.
Lei Homes for these sad wrecks OF var
Through all the land With speed arse;
Tongues cry from every gaping scar.
"let not our brothers tomb debar
The wounded living from your eyes"
A noble day. deed as good
A noble scene IN which 'tis done,
The Birthday Of our Nat0nhoOd
And here assin the Nation stood
On this same day Its life rc.woni
bloom or banners In the air,
A double calm OF sky and soul,
Triumpha chant and bupic biare,
And green fields, spreading bright and fair,
While heavcnward our Hosannas roll
Hossnnas for land redeemed,
The bayopet shcathed, the cannon dumb: .
Passed, as some horror we have dreamed,
The fiery meteors that here etreamed,
Threatening within our homes TO comei
Again our banner floats abroad,
Conc the one stain that on Il fell
And, bettered by His Christening rod,
with streaming eyes uplft to God
We say. "He doeth oil things we'll"
GOVERNOR CURTIN
dressed the asscmbiaee with an eloquent endorsem
General Towards account Of the soldiers. He G.
asted the smiling peaceful valleys that lay in vi
th the same valleys under the foot Of the ruthless
,der, and closed with . tribute 10 the Pennsylva
ilitia