Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1876-05-30
Decoration Day-Arlington, 1876.

POTOMAC.
Hail, fair Potomac, mountain child set frpef
BouTIer Of States AMI swee; heart Of the sea-
In Allegheny chambers locked and lost,
How thou didst Tore tina Ocean far away
And mean 10 meet him wh1 tsOe eT il cost
And blend his life with hine some, splendid day.
Thy lazy Lapse to rushi ny rain,
Thv silver skcins grew sinewy strong, 9.
Thy nils were wrought in rivers long,
Thy whisper rose to bat tie-song!
Thy mantle white aS ed or down.
Smo:e the great hedges dumb and brown
Leit the grim gorge "a glorious scar,
rMrenched from the globe each mountain uke,
- Than Paradise or entateuch,
Potomac, What was he To the,
Path master grand Of old Red Sea,
That thou Shouldst heir the very cloak
NTH " I'm which Gods brave Lien,enant broke
And yet so long ago the thunder died,
II II seems today as if, in mountain pride,
And ali the bold Blue RID gss df th s,e through,
AIs yields daisy TO drop of dew.
Well may Atlantic come in stately tide,
His hundred miles to claim thee Tor bride
Lay LAM h IS proud der, crest upon thy g9eenly breast
Child Of two worlds At ONE in earth and skies
God cursed the ground but hushed and blest the
A, pure to, day when with smiling eyes,
DIa Uin t OF men AMI Ed den eldest DAUGHTER
Sweep, royal river through this royal land!
lnsheath thy grandeur like a sword to-day
In glad salute. from Cumberla nd TO Bay,
80 then INV h 1 very dying kept the great,
What veined an Empire bounds a sundered State
VIRGINIA.
Inc Second Charles hand did write thy name,
Virginia across his royal shield,
OF all The S1 S S WGrd GRANTED thee that
81 England scotland ireland, and Of tfee! s 80
BE thOu 1.-The Old Dominion, ever free!
COLUMBIA AND TB CAPITOL.
Put on to-day, thy queenliest of smile,
C9i t, Touch w the rain with sun,
., Two myriads Of dead The weary count is done,
These Boys in Blue every one thine own!
These heroes trarsed and dd h s %a hfS m
We to salyation-they direct to God.
W IthQut them, what would mean yon stately pile
hhat looms a'ott, a palace Of cloud,
But the dead whteness Of an empty shroud1
As II some sculptor tore the snowy scalp
And frieze Of forest from marble Alp,
And wrought II down, and soul pured out its heart
With loving touches ans cons inmate art,
A AiTN crowned , The triumph with world of dome
T Ahil p p it With Liberty alone,
AND esya :, al ntne mere 1nn6e OF stone
10 10 he the Federal temple Of this better land
without these dead men here, and such as there,
Without such living heroes as now grace
This dear Magnolia Day, this sacred place.,
That dome night drift like thistle down in breeze,
And not living thing to mourn or miss
The poor, dismantled, empty cbrysalisl
The Presence gone, the grand old meaning hid,
Bare as Machpelah, dumb as py ramid.
ARLINGTON,
On, Arlington Brave memorial realm
Where fame and fortu ne met in olden days,
AND women graceful rs lady elm,
through s vfasfna ss sodsn haze
h hes sllstE Voices oased on the nights,
And laughter warbling like a nest Of birds
And winning smiles and weleo ming Of words
Here love was born and here Ambition burned
Vanished the visions like some pectral light,
Lords OF the Manor, eyermore good night
Make room; ye shadows, for the dead are here
They came In force full twenty thousand strong,
That, every Sawnin i Of the a floral year Year,
+ sure TO bring their titled along
lhey Gil are kings, and our kings do no wrong.
THE RAIN OF FLOWERS.
Here Ter fall falls today Loves eq uinoetiai rain
Tomorrow, and we 8 eek them here in vain
WIN nothing last forever and day
That We can bring for tribute2 Have You thought
How near immortal Forget me not 2
That Yi3let's eye is only closed while
That old Blush Roses ' truly H live foreTerp s
That H. st all these ileetng creatures are never,
II deadest winter or in darkest night,
Without yn resurrection day in sight
Then The let The Iansies rain and lilies snow
| 90 shall the story Of these dead of ours
spring to new life as deathless as the flowers.
| ARLINGToNls MAP OF EMPIRE.
War fiared in Freedoms face hi 5 smoky torch.
stood within that old ancestral hall
Aa iaw %sP 96 Sp19 1s she eTF Pps VEAL a
| OF empire on the brink of being born.
Where stand the golden miles in belted sheaf
Where mighty msrts and PTes i are made,
the The, bi,on trooped and tossed defiant horn
And tattered banners Of the unicorn
| Here stole trail in hair line whist and dim
New WSrd for o the hymn
| Where drowsy deserts basking in the sun
| Ike yellow lions on the yellow chart
The prayer for daily bread must reach the Lord
| Direct by going West. You strike the word
And back comes answer like beat OF heart,
| From where old thunder clouds could grimly lie
Around the caves and edges Of the sky
( And watch, and hear each other growing grum
Across world as empty as drum
God built this empire for the last great act,
One splendid grandeur and one mighty fact.
| Its mounta in ranges answer back the truth,
| Its rivers sing il in eternal youth,
| Its plains gnroll IL TO the setting sun,
The bells of all this world are striking "one',-
| One age has ended One has Just begun.
| ExIlt oh word, like layerock from the cod,