Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1872-05-31

! Scenes that were shared by comrades who to-
day
| Survive to join these votve gifts to pay,
| Bound to the seepers by the closest tie,
| Sharers in all things but to grandly die,
! Kin in the lineage which unites the brave
| In bonds answered by the silent grave.
The years return, and through this stricken land
Pass and repass each wild marauding band,
The soil is dinted by the hoof of strife,
The steel is pressing to her very life,
Through her rich valleys rolls the invading
food,
Her streams are crimgoned by her loyal blood.
Tracked DER the mountains, many patriot
son
Seeks the old flag at camp Dick Robinson,
The gloomy prison to repletion filled,
Grim famine threatening and her fields I'M
titled
She faltered never. glorious mountain land,
Firm as the unrifted hills that round her stand
Long the delay, but succor came at last,
Through her wild passes Burnsides' legons
passed.
And homcward marched, while joy each bosom
fills,
Her loyal exiIes to their native hills.
Long months Of struggle yet remained to try
Faith and devotion, and the dead who lie
In these low graves tell many bloody fray
Where carnage rGvCled in its fiery sway.
Saw wild charge on yOnder sloping height.
An assauting surge rolled to Fort Saunder' 5
wall
And DER It hung, cresting as if to fall
In voumed fury, on the little band,
Who at their posts spair-defying stand.
What glowing annals shall in future tell
The crisis passed when refuent broke and fell
That wave of fiery and intrepid life,
That sought the mastery in that desperate strife
Showing field with gallant manhood strewn
As Ger i'll War relentless swathS were moWn.
1t scaled the rescue of this loyal land
Whose Frightening record shall forever stand
Undimmed and clear. And winding Tcnnet-
Chanting forever hymns Of liberty,
The tones Of dashing streams and crystal rlis
Neining the sides of iron armored hills,
The pensive music Of the mountain breeze
Tuned by the leaf-tongues of the forest tree~,
Shall all unite in songs Of choral rhyme
Rolling triumphant to the end Of time,
Repeating ever to a listening world
Her flag of freedom never shall be furled.
And not alone her children here find rest
A nations charge on nature peaceful breast.
The northern mother feels soothing JOY,
That on the grave where rests her gallant boy, /.
Rich Southern flowers with every coming
spring
Their bloom and fragrance to his grave shall
bring;
y
With floral wreath5 his guarded place Of rest
Still other graves should share our thoughts to-
day,
Filled by the foemen of that direful fray;
But foes no longer, on the other shore
They meet as comrades, wars resentmCnts O er.
Eternal truce has sounded. They unite
Errois no more obscure their illumined sights
Shall living hearts preserve the hate that sprang
When through the land the din of warfare rang?
Shall it not pass by fiowery breath dispelled
And by the power of peace each heart be held
Not of the wrong, for which they fought and
fell,
But of their acts of manly daring tell,
Which storied years that hasten on shall claim
To grace the archives of the nations fame,
Whence deeds Of living heroes and the dead
Halos Of glory on their country shed.
There comes a time, it flies on fastening wings,
Which thoughts traternai and accordant brings;
As nature smOOths the scars and trOWn5 of strife
From the bright landscape and with fresher life
The flowers and blossoms clothC the furrOWed
plain,
Where lay the gashed and CORY ranks of slain.
read the hope, in that brave men to-day
Join in this service hOnOrS meet 10 pay,
Who met in lines opposed in battles hour,
Sternly exerting every martial power,
Under two flags, the rCSCueu anu Che IOoI'
Learning the price the strites of brothers cost
Not long delays the happy fastening day,
The nation chooses as a time to lay
It's floral offerings, with no partial thought,
Under which flag the sleeping hero fought;
The llindling memories OF an earlier day
Melting the latter enmity and rage away.
And from the contest the colossal strife,
That tried each fiber of the nations life.
There shall uprise more perfect bud and flower,
More clear assertion OF the nation power,
As England sons in prosperous peace COM
bined.
When York and Lancaster their roses twined.
Let hope, prophetic of the future, tell
OF the great nation, which we love so well,
The tairest structure e'er by man designed,
The shrine of freedom and aspiring mind;
Its base in blood of martyred heroes laid.
On truth ard justice its firm pillars stayed.
No earthly power shall ever overthrow
Their solid weight nor twining ivy grow
Upon their ruins, while the stars shall rise
And pass IN beauty up the eastern skies.
So shall it stand. Far centuries TO be
It's towering form of beauty yet shall see,
And waving o er it. in the balmy air,
The starry banner still unstained and fair,
And the free breezes, as they softly play