The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1874-06-12
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Bring flowers 90 strew again
With fragrant purple rain
or lilacS, and OF roses white and red,
The dwellings OF our dead, our glorious dead
Let the bells ring solemn funeral chime,
And wild war-musie bring anew the time
When they who sleep beneath
Were full OF vigorous breath,
And in their manhood they SAILED forth,
Holding in strong right hand
The fortunes OF the land,
The pride and power and safety Of the North!
Il seems but yesterday
The long and proud array
But Yesterday, when ev'n the solid rock
Shook with an earthquake shock,
As North and South, like two huge icebergs,
Aeai5st 1eais each other with convuIslve bound.
And the whole world stood still
To view the mighty war,
And hear the thunderOus roar,
While sheeted lightnings wrapped each plain
and bill.
Alasi how few came back
FROM battle and from wreck
Alasi how many lie
Beneath a Southern sky,
Who never heard the fearful fight was dono,
And all they fought for won.
Sweeter, think, their sleep,
More peaceful and more deep,
Could they but know their wounds were not In
Could they but hear the grand triumphal
And see their homes unmarried by hostile
Ahi lei us trust it is so with our dead
That they the thrilling JOY OF triumph feel,
We mourn for all, but each doth think OF one
More precious TO the heart than aught beside
Some father, brother, husband, or some son
Who came not back. or, coming, sank and
In him the whole sad list Is glorIhed
"IIe fell fore Richmond, In the seven long days
When battle ragged from morn tn blood-dewed
And lies there" one pale, widowed mournei
says,
And knows not most TO triumph or 70 grieye
my boy fell at Fair Oaks,n another signs;
"And mine at Gettysburg :" his neighbor cries
And that great name each sad-eyed listener
thrills.
Think OF one who vanished when the press
OF battle surged along the Wilderness,
And mourned the North upon her thousand
hills.
o. gallant brothers Ofthe generous South,
Foes for day and brothers for all time,
charge you by the memories OF our youth,
BY Yorlktown's field and MontezumA's cline
Hold our dead seeret-let them quietly rest
In your unnumbered wales, where God though
Your vines and flowers learned long since {,
forgive,
And DER their graves 'broidered mantle
BE you as kind as they are. and the word
Shall reach the Northland with each summer
And thoughts as sweet as summer shall awake
responsive 10 your kindness, and shall make
Our peace the peace OF brothers once again,
And banish utterly the days OF pain.
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In generous thought and deed.
We all do need forgiveness, every one;
And they that give shall mud Il IN their need.
Spare OF your flowers 10 deck the strangers
grave,
Who died In a lost cause
A soul more daring, resOlute and brave
Ne'er won a worlds applause.
A brave mans hatred pauses at tho tomb.
For him some Southern home was robed IN
gloom;
Some vile or mother looked with longing eyes
Through the sad days and nights with team
and signs,
Hope slowly hardening into gaunt Despair.
Then let your fOeman's grave remem branc,
share;
Pity higher charm TO Nalor lends
And in the realms OF Sorrow all are friends.
Yes, bring fresh flowers and strew the soldier
grave,
Whether he proudly lies
Beneath our Northern skies
Or where the Southern palms their branche'
wave.
Let the bells toll and wild war-music swell,
And fOrOne day the thought ofall the past
or all those memories vast
Come back and haunt us with It's mighty spell
Bring flowers, then, once again,
And strew with fragrant rain
OF lilacs, and OF roses white and red,
The dwellings Of our dead
Henry Peterson in Fomey's Press.