Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1874-05-30
BY MAS MAGGIE HIiLu

ing Of ME, bCuNhhl, hopeful Sal
proud. /: the H~: s2lai Q: the
,pc,in O! Va, lie promptly SO
ch@r!l.'y y51. forth 10 oAi,s liz
,ioerty ana right expecting soon -
return - line dear a4 home viii =
azure. wrea,h lygn hls brow. Aad
he hanks ai = s:s.eial people IN
his heart; or 4 fate vIlei q YIELD
ap nls yuang lie ~ 5shAli Of h'
country. Aiss. be did fall, sni
they know 10: where R1; strange
loving and tender hands Is,
ieas 1s grave with the sweetest
lowers Of Spring while, i may be,
his mother sng sister ere paying
the same sad ,ribui. 10 other lonely
80. .- .~ss U,e- there asEee,-
@ 80 Z ;..l- ne WIS. How
1rg-: ia .m..e tls, toyyd with
leslu - the failing image Of one
My ia-o struggled with tho last
alckoy,As rays O; the vital spark
for Its continued impress upon his
loving hoaIt. She may he looking
tor him yet, as no tjdings of his ira
Eic death have over reached her,
and hope viii Iinger, oh, how long =,
She, with hundreds more, knows
not Of the kindly and touching Ger
emony we r performing in mem
Dry Of their departed loved ones TO
day.
GO, soldier, to your hoHored rest,
Your truth and valor bcaEing,
Tn braVest Hrc the tonderest,
The loving are the daring"
Thus, each one, however humble,
was "sonobody's darling" some
heart was o'ershadowed and, per
haps, still mourns for every grave
before us all were our brave deten-
ders and compatriats in u common
cause, which entities their memory
to our perpetual admiration, and
their graves to these annual floral
offerings. 80, we will not forget
them, nut year by year continue to
bring tho sweetest, rlcEost flow rs
# garden, lawn and field to bloom
for a season upon their earthly
homes until by fortunes tavors we
are permitted to erect on this
ground u monument Of imperisha.
bic marble, tall and stately, the
summit of which shall tower up to
wards the grand ~archway of heav-
en-, and, in after years, point the
weary traveller to the spot where
Glory and where Honor lie.
But they will rest well now, un-
dcrneath these pretty flowers, and
in this lonely, weird, shady grove,
Here forest songsters carol their
sweetest lays, which with the mu-
sic Of the winds form one ceascless
serenade, to honor the roposing dust
Of oar heroic dead here the res
plendent rays OF the setting sun,
discovered by the Ieafy boughs, be-
spangle their tombs, and lingering
Iong seem to pay homage to the sa
cred place. The sflvery moon, as
il to thwart the dreary night,
spreads DER the scene it's mellowed
light, in a thousand fantastic forms.
Thus, kind nature unites with hu-
man art to dispel the gloom Of the
grave and perpetuate the memory
of our patriotic dead. Guardian
angels watch their sleeping dust,
waiting and anxious to announce
the glorious resurrection morn,
where VIC hopc and pray that eaph
one may be assigned a place high
up in the highest heavens, and live
forever at Ise right hand Of God.
"Ths glorics Of u k4rlb and state
Are shadows, not Subs;sHtiSl things,
There 10 no aFmOr against fats,
Death lays his icy hand on kings.
Sceptre and crown
Aust tumble dawn,
And in the dEsb he equal made
With the poor, crooked GcythC and spade,
Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill
E1t tnoir strong nerves at last must yield,
They tame but one another still,
Early oF iatS
They stoop to fate,
and must give up their mnrmuring
breath,
When they, pale captiVes, creep to death.
The garlAnds wither on your brow,
Then boost no mare your Nghty deeds,
Upon deaths purple altar now
bus where the victb " victim hleeds.
All heads must come
10 tho cold tamh,
Only the actions of the Just
Smell sweet and blossom in the du0t."
BY Miss EMILE A. WARD,
LaSieS qa& Gentlemen:
We have como here from our
Sabbath Schools TO bring flowers
and evergreens to strow oYOl the
graves Of the Gvad heroes, who are
sleeping SO calmly around us. We
hiring towers, emhlems Of tho res
s~urroDtion, and evergreens, embloms
OF immortality, to deck the resting
places Of those who died for a cause
they loved.
II is bat a few years ago since
the footsteps of war werc heard,
where, Eow, all is peace; aud we
p.pst not forget @b0 EeFe our
defenders whom the cannon's roar
waR a familiar sound, and all of our
brave mon were soldiers, but tho
war is over, and we have peace,
and in a time of peace we come to
honor those who died before the
battle cry was hushed, and before