Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-07-25
THE NATIONS HEROES.
nY MISS ELLA WHEELER.

Up root times tangled grasses
Live over the march, and the fight
Let Grant come up from the White House,
And clasp each brothers hand,
First chiefIain of the army,
Last chieftain of the land;
Let him rest from nations burdens,
And 60, in thought, with his men,
Through the fire and smoke of Shiloh,
And save the day again.
This silent hero of battles
Knew no such word as defe1t
1t was left for the rebels learning,
Along with the word--retreat.
He was not given to talking,
But he found that guns would preach
In way that was more convincing
Than fine ana fowery speech.
CApplause.]
Three cheers for the brave commander
OF the grand old Tennesseei
Who won the first great battle
Gained the first great victory.
His motto was always "COnquer,
Success" was his counter-sign,
And Though it took all summer"
He kept fighting upon that hne"
Let Sherman, the stern old General,
Respond to the reveille,
Let him march with his boys to Georgia,
from ATLANTA down to the sea-"
Oh, that grand old tramp to Savannah
Three hundred miles TO the coastl
1t will live in the heart of the Nation,
Forever its pride and boast.
GApplause.l
As Sheridan went to the battle,
When score of miles away,
He has come to the feast and banquet,
BY the iron horse, to-day.
Its pace is not much swifter
Than the pace of that famous steed
That bore him down to the contest
And saved the day by his speed.
[when the ABOVE verse, which had been imp
vised on half programme by Miss WHEEL
during the progress of the exercises, was read,
created wild enthusiasm, and led to loud calls
Sheridan, who came To the front of the platfOr
where he was received with loud applause a
bowed his Acknowledgements.
Then go over the ground to-day, boys,
Tread each remembered spot.
1t will be gleesome journey.
On the swift-shod feet of thought;
You can fight bloodless battle,
You can skrmi>h along the route,
But it's not worth while TO forage,
There's rations enough without.
lApplause.l
Don't start if you hear the cannon,
1t is not the sound of doom,
1t does not call to the contest
To the battles smoke and gloom.
Let us have Peace, - was spoken.
And lol peace ruled again;
And now the nation is shouting,
Through the cannon's voice, Amen"
Oh, boys, who besieged Old vicksburg,
Can time e'er wash away
The triumph of her surrender,
Nine years ago to-day?
Can you ever forget the moment,
When you saw the flag of white,
That told how the grim old city
Had fallen in her might?
All, twas bold. brave army,
When the boys, with right good will,
Went gayly marching and singing
To the fight at Champion Hill.
They me: with warm reception,
But the soul of "Old John Brown
Was abroad on that field of battle,
And our flag did NOT go down.
lApplause.]
Come, heroes of Lookout Mountain,
Of Coiinth and Donelson,
OF Kenesaw and Atlanta,
And tell how the day was wonl
Hushl bow the head for moment
There are those who cannot come.
No bugle can arouse them
No sound of fife or drum.
Mcpherson fell in the battle,
When it's waves were surging high,
Brave Ransom sank by the wayslde;
Twas lonely death to die.
They walk Gods fair, green meadows,
They dwell in a land of bliss,
Yet think their spirits are with US
In such an hour as this.
Oh, boys, who died for the country,
Oh, dear andsainted deadl
What can we say about you
That has not once been said?
Whether you fell in the contest,
Struck down by shot and shell,
Or pined meath the hand of sickness,
Or starved in the prison cell,
We know that you died for Freedom,
To save our land from shame,
To rescue periled Nation,
And we give you deathless fame.
Twas the cause of Truth and Justice
That you fought and persisted for,
And we say it, oh, SO gently,
"Our boys who died in the war;"
Saviors of our Republic,
Heroes, who wore the blue,
We owe the peace that surrounds us,
And our Nations strength, to you.
We owe it to you that our banner,
The fairest flag in the world,
Is to day unstained, unsullied,
On the summer air unfurled.
We look on Its stripes and spangles,
And our hearts are filled the while
With love for the brave commanders,
And the boys of the rank and file.
The grandest deeds of valor,
Were never written out,
The nOblest acts of virtue,
The world knows nothing about.
And many private soldier,
Who walks his humble way,
With no sounding name or title,
Unknown to the world to-day,
In the eyes of God is a hero;
All such He will reward;
No deed however secret,
Is hidden from the Lord.
Brave men of mighty army,
We extend you friendships handl
Ispeak for the Loyal Women"
Those pillars of our land
We wish you hearty welcome,
We are proud that you gather here
To talk of old times together
On this brightest day in the year.
And if peace, whose snow-white pinions,
Brood over our land to-day,
Should ever again go from us,
God grant she may ever stay).
Should our Nation call in her peril
For, ''Six hundred thousand more,''
The loyal women would hear her,
And send you out as before.
We would bring out the treasured knapsacl
We would take the sword from the wall,
And hushing our own hearts pleadings,
Hear only the countrys call.
For next to eur God, is our Nation;
And we cherish the honored name
OF the bravest of all brave armies
Who fought for that Nations fame