The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-06-04

Cover them over with beautiful flowers,
Deck them over with garlands, those brothers Of
ours,
Living so silent, by night and by uay,.
Sleeping the years of their manhood away
Years. they had marked for the joys of the brave
Years they must waste in the Wondering grave
III the bright laurels they waited to bloom
Fell from their hopes when they fell to the tomb
Give them the need they have won in the past
Give them the honors their future forecast.
Give them the chaplets they won in toe strife
Give them The laurels they lost with their life
Cover them over--yes cover them over
Parent and husband, and brother aid lover
Grown in your heart those dead heroes of ours.
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 gay,
Faces how marked with the frown OF decay:
Eyes that looked friendship and love to yoar own
Lips that the thoughts of affection made known,
Brows you have soothed in the hour of DISTRESS
Cheeks you have frightened by tender caress
On now they CLEANED at the nations first cry
On now they streamed when they babe you good
bye
Obi how they cleared In the battles fierce fame
Oh now they paled when the death angel came
Cover them over, oh cover them oyer
Parent and husband, and brother aud lover,
hle5 In your hearts those dead heroes OF ours
AND cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover their hands that are lying united
Crossed on the bosom ana low By the side,
HanQs 10 you, mother, IN infancy thrown,
Hands by you, father, clasped close to your own,
Hands Wnere you, sister, when triad and dismay-
ed,
Hung for protection, ard counsel and aid;
hangs nat you, brother, in loyalty knew,
Hands that you, wife, wrung in bitter adieu:
bravery the musket and sabre they bore,
words OF affection they wrOte in their gore.
Grandy they grasped for a garland Of light,
Catching the mantle OF death-darkned night
Cover them over, oh cover them over
Parent ana husband and brother and lover;
Crown in your hearts al those heroes Of Uurs,
Cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover the feet, fiat all weary and torn.
Hlther by comrades were tenderly borne.
Feet that have trodden the fowery ways
| Close by your own IN the old happy days;
Feet that have pressed in life's opening morn
| Roses OF pleasure, and deaths poisoned thorn.
swiftly they rushed to the Lelp of the right,
Firmly they stood III the shock of the fight
Ne'er email the enemy's hurrying tramp
/ summon them forth from the deaths uarded
! camp.
Neer, till the bugle of Gabriel sound,
WI they come out OF their couch in the ground.
cover them over, yes, cover them over,
TafenC ana husband and brother and lover
Rough were the paths OF these heroes of ours
| cover them over vita beautiful flowers.
Cover the hearts that have beaten so high
Beaten with hopes that were doomed but to die
Hearts that have burned in the heat OF the FRAY
Hearts that have yearned for the homes far away
1caftS tnaC peat nlSn In tie charges loud tramp,
hearts that fell low in the PRISONS foul damp
once they were swelling with courage and will:
NOW they are lying all pulseess and still.
once they were glowing with friends ip and love
Now tfelr great souls have gone soaring above,
Brayely their bloo1 to the nation they gave
Then In their bosom they found them grave.
Cover them over, yes, cover them over,
Parent and husband and brother and lover,
Kiss in your hearts those dead heroes of ours,
And cover tn EN- 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 hillside, and dell
Rest where they wearied, and lie where they fell.
Softly the grass blades creep round their repose
Zephyrs of freedom fly gently oeT head,
Whispering prayers for the patriot dead.
so in our mind we'll name them once more,
SO in our hearts we'll cover them DER
Roses and lilies, and violets blue,
Bloom INCUR souls for the brave and the true.
Cover them over, yes, cover them over,
Parent and husband, and brother and lover.
/ Think of those far away heroessof ours
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.
| When the long years have rolled slowly away
| e en- to the dawn or earth's funeral day,
When at the archangela trumpet and tread
| Rise up the faces and forms Of the dead,
When the great world its last judgment awaits;
When the blue sk5 shall swing open it's ga;es,
And our long columns march silently ihro',
Past the Great Captain for final review:
Then for the blood that has flowed for the right
Crowns shall spring upward, untarnished and
Then the glad ears Of each war myrtered son,
Proudly shall hear the good tidings., "well donc;'
Blessings for garlands shall cover them over,
Parent and husband, and brother and lover,
God will reward those dead beroes of oars,
Cover them oyer with beautiful flowers