The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-10-24

As link by link we "pass the chain"
Wen talk of victory or retreat,
And fight our battles Ger again.
Wen speak Of many an honOred name,
With Country's love and faith imbued;
Who, fighting for the Nations fame,
Won that Nations gratitude.
And first of that victorious host,
Hail to the veteran General,
OF whom we ever loved to boast,
As truly doing "all things we'll"
He whose genius in the field
Wars old rules at will defying-
Taught him how his power to WELD,
Sure on what he was relying.
His veteran soldiers, often tried
In lessons of the deadly breach,
He led them with soldiers pride
To achievements the age might teach.
Grant, We greet thee, COuqueror,
Needing no eulogy to make the great,
General commanding through the war,
Twice chosen our Chief Magistratel
III that bright galaxy OF stars
That clustered round, 7ieing with Grant,
Who bore Wars brunt, and bear its scars,
Heroic names were nothing scant
Their fame has spread from zone to zone,
The least, Nations honest pride;
Brave leaders were they, every one,
As ever breasted battles tide.
Sherman is with US once more;
Greet him with so loud cheer
That tn Atlantic's further shore
Shall our shout of welcome hear.
Welcome back, brave General,
Master spirit of that march,
Which for ages men will call
The Keystone of the Campaigns arch.
Firo-eyed Loganl hail to thee;
Gallant Howard, HurIburt, Hazen,
Leggett, Force and Pope, hail ye!
Ye loudly rang the knell of treason.
Aye, and the gallant rank and files.
With star or rife, aught but miths,
III, W. 81 NJ. L., and "Giles,"
With all the rest of fighting "Smiths,"
Stint not your praise of such as these,
Ye chroniclers of earth's renown,
Who flung our banner to the breeze,
And trod the greal rebellion down.
Nor fail, on History's page to tell,
OF those, who on their Country's Altar
Laid life; who, foremost fighting, fell;
Whose steps were never known to falter.
Mcpherson! Can we e'er forget
How we draped victory's laurel wreath;
Rowthe soldiers cheek was wet
To find it purchased by thy death?
RansomI We shall full oft repeat
How quickly the triumphant shout
Was hushed, and ours seemed the defeat,
When we heard thou vert mustered oui
Victory seemed too dearly bought
When such men as Harker fell;
Or when the bivouac we sought,
Only of Kearney's death could tell.
But t were vain few to mention
A few Of that noble host who sealed
With life, their life's sublime intention,
When they sought the battlefield.
We the marble can but rear,
Or record on histOry's page,
Here deeds, that challenge peer,
In the boast of any age.
Even of those who came with life
Though the conflict, saw its ending
Saw the close of its herce strife;
Statesmen true, or homeward vending.
Leaders of triumphant legions,
Yielding rife, sheathing sabre,
From battle devastated regions
To the scenes of peace labor.
May now attend the roll call
At the bourne whence none return,
Beaueating to us in their fall
Deathless name and funeral urn.
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Lincoln lives, but in undying
Famel wherever human life
Aloud for liberty is crying,
The name of Lincoln prompts to strife.
Stanton, in the protocol
We give to Time, what thee we owe
Wen write, for thou our Capitol,
Saved from the grasp of stealthy foe,
Mead, Of Gettysburg, is gone;
Thomas, Rawlins, Farragut,
Day by day, We lose some one
Who immortaIzed the 'fblue."
Who but shuddeFed with the spell
That paralyzed the wondering nation,
When we learned that Canby's knell
Rang of base assassination?
That noble family, the McCooks;
One heart, but eight good swords they ga
Their fate almost our JOY rebukes;
We've closed the fifth untimey grave.
Many greet Us here tonight,
Who remember some sad day,
While the war fame ragged with might.
! Where they wounded, helpless lay.
Give to them the honored seat.
Armless, legless, they may be;
Lst us show them that we treat
Manned heroes with courtesy.
Z However small the share we claim
In that worId-Bitnessed tournament,
z We are proud to feel that to our name
Belongs the honor that we went.
) For as Time writes the history
Of victories gained; when we are gone
Our sons with head erect, shall cry,
, "NIy sire was there when that was won
We answer roll call once again
The "Arny of the Tennessee"
Our country hail from main to main,
One nation, prosperous and free.
Then comrades, come, hearty cheer
; Cheer for the memory of the dead
, Cheer for the chieftains gathered here,
, Who our victorious armies led.
Aud surely in the lambent air.
That answer echoing to our cheer.
= Spirits of the advance Guard" are
r With their old comrades gathered here.
! Let US thus meet on memoried night,
, And to all the listening world
Repeat the story, how the might
Ofthe nation can be hurled