Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1869-04-29
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Fouraong yearsshas the desert rain -GiG e
Dropped on the clods that hide thy face;
Four long years Of sorrow and Of pains
Thave thought of thy burial place ''
Thought of thy fate In the distant west, ,,,fs
Dying with none that loved thee near;
Those wko flung the earth on thy breast = eAe
Turned from thy grave without a tear. i'i''
oftimes think of thy lonely and unknown
grave, e, .f-.. .t,.....,.-
Where yiolets spring In the soft May
Showers 49,
There In the summer breezes wave
Red, blue, purple and crimson flowers.
Yea. though thou lay upon the dust,
When they who helped thee flew In fear,
Thou died full ofhope and manly trust.
Like those who fell in battle far and near.
oh, Brotherl another hand the sword shall
WELD,
Another hand the standard wave.
Till from the trumpet's mouth Is pealed
The blast of triumphs o'er thy lonely grave.
Once on that far off and distant land,
Trampled by hurrylng crowd,
And fiery hearts and and well armed hands
Encountered the bloody battle cloud.
Dear Brother, thy words and ways.will not
be forgot, -+s+t' ~,
While life andTrcason remain to remind us
of our vow, ''-
Although we mourn and grieve at thy cold
lot, -
We would not call thee back to worship with
Oh, when shall we wipe our tears away,
WhensshalT our task on,earth be donei
Father and mother growing old and gray,
Soon to sIumber beneath the churchyard
stone. d.
In the midnight dreams.of my lonely bed.
Ever thy dear form before me seems
All night long to talk with the dead;
All day long think o'er my dreams.
This deep wound that bleeds and aches,
This long pain sleepless pain;
When the Heavenly Father my spirit takes
I shall never feel this horror again.
Together in childhood we run and played,
| Our little childish tasks so easily done;
Now thou o, Brotherl art in the cold ground
laid,
ON the land, among the living, no fame hath
won.
Sleep on, sleep on::thou angelic one,
| While tread alone.this lonely shore;
Thy warfare is o'er, and victory is won,
/ Soon we shall meet to part no more.
The earth may ring from shore to shore
With echoes of glorious name,
But he whose loss otr hearts deplore
| Has left behind him more than fame.
oh, hearts that heaved with heavy sounds,
| The chilly winds were sad with means,
Bullets few past the burial grounds,
| Which glew thick nth monumental stones
| Oh, on the Southern land there lies
| Full many a grave on hill and pain,
Of those who closed their dying eyes
| To mortal sounds and heartfelt pains.
Sing on, O gentle but glorious time,
ssWhich lifgers ne ar me with fond delay
Let not the slow toll Of the death bell chime,
Which in thy youthful days called the,
away.
Farewell dear Brother. until time with me il
| 49, no more, ---.
tThon art sleeping beneath tbs cold dam
| sod,
The summons of death to answer no more,
/ While have the pa-a % death yet to tread
Adeu to my brothers patriotic grave,
And the doleful notes of the bugle's shril
blast,
Where the boughs of the cedars in silence dot
wave,
Are the remains of the chief bugler of Ger
Thomas staff.
SALEM, Wyandot Co, o.