Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1871-09-06
THE CHRONICLE.
"COVER THEM OYER.v
BY WILL. N. CARLETON.

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Cover them over with beautiful flowers,
Deck them with garlands, those brothers oi
Lying SO silent, by night and by day.
Sleeping the years Of their manhood away
Years, they had marked for the joys Of the
brave;
Years they must waste in the moulderine
All the bright laurels they waited to bloom
Fell from their hopes when they fell to the
Give them the need they have won in the
Give them the honors their future forecast;
Give them the chaplets they won in the
Give them the laurels they lost with their
life.
Cover them over-yes, cover them over
Parent, husband, brother and loyerl
Crown in your hearts those dead heroes oi
And cover them over with beautiful flowers,
Cover the faces that motionless lie,
Shut from the blue of the glorious sky,
Faces once decked with the smiles OF the
Faces now marked with the frown of decay;
Eyes that looked friendship and love 10
Lips that the thoughts Of affection made
BrOws You have soothed in the hour Of dis
Cheeks You have frightened by tender
ohi how they cleaned at the nations first
Obi how they streamed when they badey you
OIL how they glowed in the battles fierce
flame! "-..H
Obi how the paled when the death angel
camel
Cover them over, oh! cover them over.
Parent, husband, brother and lover,
Kiss nyour hearts those dead heroes ours
And cover them over with beautiful flowers
Crossed on the bosom and low by the side
Hands to you. mother. in infancy thrown.
Hands by you. father, clasped close TO your
own,
Hands where you, sister, when tried and
Hung for protection, and counsel and aid
Hands that you, brother, in loyalty knew,
Hands that you, wife, Erung in bitter adieu
Bravely the musket and saber bore,
Words Of affection they wrote in their gore
Grandly they grasped for garland of light
Catching the mantle Of death darkened
Cover them over, ohl cover them over,
Parent, husband. and brother and lover:
Crown in your hearts those heroes Of ours,
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover the feet, that all weary and torn.
Hither by comrades were tenderly borne;
Feet that have trodden the howeTy ways
Close by your own in the old happy days;
Feet that have pressed in LIES opening
morn
Rose Of pleasure and deaths poisoned thorn,
Swiftly they rushed 10 the help Of the right.
Firmly they stood in the shock OF the fight,
Ne'er shall the enemy's hurrying tramp
Summon them forth from their death
Ne'er till the bugIe Of Gabriel sound,
VIII they come out Of their couch in the
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Parent, husbend, brother and loverl
Rezgh were the paths Of those heroes OF
ours
Now cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover the hearts that have beaten so high,
Beaten with hopes that were doomed to die.
Hearts that have burned in the heat OF the
Hearts that have yearned for the homes far
Hearts that beat high in the charges loud
Hearts that fell low in the PRISONS foul
Once they were swelling with courage and
Now they are lying all pulseless and still.
Once they were glowing with friendship and
Now their great souls have gone soaring
above.
Brsvely their blood to the nation they gavel
Then in her bosom they found them grave.
Cover them over, yes, cover them over,
Parent and husband, brother and lover,
Kiss in your hearts those dead heroes Of
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover the thousands who sleep far away,
Sleep where their friends cannot find them
to-day,
They who in mountains and hill side and
Rest where they wearied and lie where they
softly the grass-blades creep round their
sweetiy above them the Wild howeret blows
Zephyrs OF freedom ny gently o'erhead.
Whispering prayers TOR the patriot dead. /
Soin our mind well name them once more,
So in our hearts We'll cover them o'er.
Roses and lilies and violets blue,
Bloom in our souls for the brave and the
true.
Cover them over, yes, cover them over,
Parent, husband, brother and lover,
Think Of those far away heroes Of ours,
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.
When the long years have rolled slowly
Zen to the dawn Of earth's funeral day,
When at the archangel's trumpet and tread
Rise M the faces and forms OF the dead,
When the great world it last Judgment
awaits,
When the blue sky shall swing open its
gates.
And our long columns march silently thro',
Past the Great Captain for final review:
Then from the blood that has flowed for the
Crowns shan springup ward. untarnished
Then the glad ears OF each war-martyred
son,
Proudly shall hear the good tidings "wen
done" .
blessings Tor Rarlands shall cover them over.
Parent and husband and brother and lover.
God will reward those dead heroes Of ours.
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.