The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-07-02

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TO give our heroes fitting conservation
Not till the soreness OF the strife is past
And Peace hath comforted the weary nation
SO long her sad indignant spirit held
One Keen regret one throb of pain unquelled,
SO long the land about her feet was waste,
The ashes OF the burning lay upon her,
We stood beside their graves with brows abased,
Waiting the purer mood to do them honor
They through the flames OF this dread holocaust,
The patriots wrath, the soldiers ardor, lost:
They sit above us and above our passion,
Disparaged even by our human tears
Beh0ldng truth our race, perchance, may fashion
In the slow judgment OF the creeping years.
We saw the still reproof upon their faces;
We heard them whisper from the shining spaces:
tsToday We grieve: come not to us with sorrow!
Wat for the glad, the reconciled Tomorrow!
Your grief but clouds the ether where we dwell;
YOlr anger Keeps your souls and ours apart
ButcOme with peace and pardon, all is well!
AN come with love- we touch you, heart to heart"
immortal Brothers. we have heard
Ou lips declare the recenciling word:
Fo Battle taught, that set us face to,face,
Tn stubborn temper Of the race,
An both from fields no longer alien, come,
ToUander action equally invited
Msshalled by Learnings trump, by Iabor's drum,
In trife that purifes and makes united!
3 W,force to buid'the powers that would destroy
Th muscles, hardened by the sabre's grasp,
NU give our hands firmer clasp;
Wtbring not glief 10 you, but solemn joy!
An, feeling you 80 near,
Toome sublimely-perfect, sacred year,
Win sons and fathers whom We oyercame
Feret in mutual pride the partial blame
iAndoin with us, to set the final crown
Up0 your dear renown,-
lhe'e0ples Union in heart and name!
V.
AnSyet We Dead!-an yet
Ourlouded natures cling to one regret:
We're not all resigned
To seld, with even mind,
Outcarcely risen stars that here unttnlely set
W&eeds must think of History that waits
FOtines that live but in their proud beginning
Ar16ted promises and cheated fates-
Ydh's boundless venture and its single winning.
Wee the ghosts Of deeds they might have done,
ThEphantom homes that beaconed their endeavor;
Thfseeds of countless lives, in them begun,
TN might have multiplied for us forever!
Wfgrudge the better strain of men
TIL proved Itself, and was eXtinguished then-
INT field with strength and hope so thickly sown,
Whrefrom no other harvest shall be mown:
Fqall the land, within its clasping seas,
Iskoorer now in bravery and beauty
Suth wealth Of manly loves and energies
WIS given to teach us all the free mans sacred
duty
Aklin it's they, the Dead,
BywhOm our hearts are comfOrted.
Dap as the land-blown murmurs OF the waves
TIN answer cometh from thousand graves:
.NOt so we are not orphaned OF our fate
Though life were warmest and though love were
sweetest,
We still have portion in their best estate
Our fortune is the fairest and competest!
Onr homes are everywhere; our loves are set
In hearts OF man and woman, sweet and vena:
Unmixed of baser earth, shall be eternal.
A finer spirit in the blood shall give
The token of the lines wherein we live
InselhSh force, unconscious nobleness
That IN the shocks of fortune stands unshaRen-
The Tn, hopes that that IN nth their T very very being bless
Oh, II superior virtue ye allow
To US, be sure II still is vital in you
That trust like ours shall ever lift the brow,
and strength like ours shall ever steel the sinew!
We are the blossoms which the storm has cast
From the Spring promise OF our Freedoms tree,
Pruning its 0vergrOwths, that so, at last,
Its later fruit more beautiful shall bel
Content If, when the balm Of Time assuages
The branchs hurt, some fragrance OF our lives
all the land survives.
And makes their memory sweet through still expand
ing ages"
Thus giandy, they we mourn, themselves console
us:
And as their spirits conquer and control us,
We hear from some high realm that lies beyond
The hero-YOices Of the Past respond.
From every State that reached broader right
Through iery gates OF battle; from the shock
or old nyasions on the Peoples rock;
From tribes that Stood in Kings and Priests de-
From graves, forgotten in the Syrian sand,
or nameless barrows OF the Northern strand,
or gOTges OF the Alps and Pyrenees,
or the dark bowels of devourng seas
wherever Man for Mans sake died--wherever
Death stayed the march of upward-climblng feet,
Leaving their Present incomplete,
But through the Futures crowning their endeaYOr-
Their ghostly, voices to our ears are sent,
AS when the high note OF atrumpet Wrings
hsoan answers from the strings
or many mute, unhngered instrument.
Plateau cymbals thrill for us to-day;
lhe horns OF Sempach inEour echoes play,
And nearer yet, and sharper, and more stern,
The slogan rings that startled Bannockburn;
Till from the field made green with kindred deed,
THE shields are clashed in eXultatiOn
Above the dauntless nation,
That for a continent has fought its Runnymede!
VII.
Yea for a Continent! The heart that beats
with such rich blood OF sacrifice
shall from the Tropics, drOwsed with languld heats,
no the blue rampants of the Northern ice,
Make felt is pulses all this young world oYerI-
shall thrill, and shake, and sway
Each land that bourgeons in the Western day,
Whatever flag may noat whatever shield may cover
With fuller manhood every wind Is rife,
In every soil are sown the seeds OF yalor,
Since out Of death came forth such boundless life
Snch ruddy beauty out of anguished pallor!
And that WaT-wasted arm
Put forth TO lift a sister-land from harm,
Fre the last blood upon the blade was dried
shall still be stretched, to shelter and TO guide
ReyOnd her borders, answering the need
win counsel and with deed,
Along the Eastern and the Western wave
SIN strong TO smte, still beautiful TO save!
TX.
nbus ia her seat secure,
.1Nnere now no distant menaces can reach her,
n,Iast in undivided freedom pure,
,a sits the unwilling worlds unconscious teacher
PA day by day. beneath Herener skies,
ne mistaken pillars Of her palace rise
4 ,rrhhe DOTic shafts, that lightly upward press,
II ~ hide In grace their gant masslYeness.
nHhat though the sword has heWn each corne
W. afOne,