The national Republican. [volume] (Washington City [D.C.]) 1866-1870, 1869-05-31
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III EbAnNlA hAEs JAANlkk
Bring the fairsst flowers that bloom.
Fall OF beauty and perfume;
Lay a sarlAed on each tomb
Every .epulehrs you see,
i a shrine-hencsfOrth 10 be.
Conseerate to Liberty.
Here, beneath thu sarth's seen breast,
Loved, LAmented. honored, blest-
Twice ten thousand martyrs rest
Twles ten thousand martyrs slain.
Truth aad iu.ties 10 mAintzint
Theirs the loss. but oars the katn'
When rsbsliiop's hsry 1ood
Swept the land. these heroes stood, ,
Met, and quenehed 1t with thsir blood!
Can such service be repaid
Can the record they haye m,de'
Can their glory ever fade!
Bring the falre,t howers that bloom.
Lay garland on each tomb,
P4using, gu your silent way.
While ans s ySEt {}SSS ,PP pay,
s5.,iisl tears. with s!s::i1 %,o ErsSSsh'
For the lessons they have taught
Be your blooming gArlands strown.
Poao S th sns S MSa 1sSaSstnee;,rsKx,wx"
Here, uureeoEuiIed they lie,
Bat, above the starry sky,
haHyIs' names eau never die
KueelinE on the sacred sod,
sweATl-to follow Freedoms God
In pam tutho EANEloh hiuut
Swear their little ones to bless:
Cherish, shield thsm from distressi
Observation-Disclosures
swear! that this fair laud shall DO
Eyermore. a leEnsyi
Precious. undivided. free.
THE HYMN OF PEACE,
so appropriate to this solemn occasion, COM
posed by oliver Wendell Holmes for the Peace
Jubilee In Boston, and translated into Ger.
- a. Iii thap
sung with thrilling effect by the Washington
SaenEerbund-
Angel Of Peace, thou has wandered too long
Spread thy white wings to the sunshine OF love
Come while or voices arr Bonded 10 song
Ply to our ark like the storm beaten dove.
Ply 10 our ark on the wings Of ths dove
Speed PER ,hS far. sounding 6illow; Of sSng.
Angel Of Peace, thou has waited TOO long
Brothers We meet, on this altar Of tbIas.
Sweet with the odors Of myrtle and pine,
BreeIs Of the prairie and breath OF the sea-
SWEET Is he fragrance q myrtle aud pine.
swssicr the Incense we offer to thes,
Brothers once more round this altar OF thine
Angels Of Bethlehem. answer the strain
Loud a. the storm wind hat tumbieS the main,
BID the fall breath Of the organ reply
RcIits Sp Sus surge TX The oarsS Shaking main
Swell the vast song I'LL Il mounts TO the sky!
AuEolH OF Detnlou'm, 'NHO hh7 hAAiu4
Hon. Samuel $. Fisher, the orator OF the
day, then delivered the following Grafton;
GRAFTON.
year ago these mounds beneath which
dead heroes sleep were strewn with garlands
BY living hands and watercd by tears from llv.
ing eyes. The flowers that they scattered
have long since withcred, The spring that
gave the flowers has long since passed away.
Summer and autumn and winter have come
and gone. Each grave has been wrapped 10
its winding sheet OF snow, and bleak winds
have sung dirgcs over the the spot which the
hui nature never forgets the dead. From
her lap she brings forth the green blades and
leaves and modest wild nowersl and herself
decks their graves with beauty. she does
known to us or that we have forgotten, any
peaceful sleeper In the village church yard, II
the lonely wood, by the road side, at the ford
on the picket line, or tenting still Ton the old
camp ground" she has found the spot where
he lies and dung over him her mantle OF
beauty.
much more are they dear to usl
We read in an old familiar story that one
day In the Roman Forum, the earth opened
and great gulf yawned IL the very midst me
Its horrid mouth until 1t had been led win
the most precious thing In Rome. There was
doubt as to what the most precious thing
might be, when a young soldier armed and
mounted, rode boldly forward and plunged
into the chasm, declaring there could be moth
ing so precious as n life given for ones c0un-
try, One day In our own land, stretching from
aide to side from ocean to desert, great guilt
yawned, dividing In twain families, communi'
Ties States, yea, the very nation Itself. Into
this Widening chasm we have cast our mosi
precious possessions, the youth, the strength
the talent, the virtue, the patriotism OF the
land, from homes where grey-hAired sires stu
spoke Of Washington, from cabins Which ,ld.E
| from the shores that he had left In search Of
| freedom, from the lap OF luxury, from cramp
| ing poverty, from the waybide shop OF the
| blacksmith, from the broad acres OF the farmer
| from the woodland clearing OF the pioneer
| from the jewel cave OF the miner, from tht
halls where pale students gathered, from tht
| mAFts of trade where busy merchants thronge(
with the bounding step OF youth; with "
| sober walk OF manhood aye, and win th'
hating Of Age, they came In great thfong
| to stand between the nation and Its Toes Liz
was as dear to them as to others, death no
more welcome, but 10 the words Of the pare
who sung the song Of the old hero "who KEEP
the bridge 30 we'll"
"Then out spak brave uoratius,
The captain Of the gate,
To OysTy man upon this oarth
Death comvth soon or latei
And how eau man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes Of his fathers
And the temple OF his gods. "
The gulf 10 closedi but seams and scars lik
| these remind US how imminent the DANGER AM
how great the sacrifice, The storm has past, bu
many giants OF the forest are laid low, an
| many trunks are torn and twisted and maimei
and blasted, We can never chant 10 too loft.