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


oh, cC1stliest word of all the words Of earth
And And yet, amid I'D these congregated dead
The royal price they set upon its head
Al, they whose graves like hocks Of letter'd sheep
=, Within this fold of glory, lend a grace
10 Arllngtop II never could have worn
Two worlds clasp hands within this bresthles.
SO near, SO far, yet standing face to face,
And here we halt and wait upon the brink
And olilowy border Of all earthly things;
Dead What IS deadT Does any creature think
These men who gain furlough from the grave
And then reportto Time, need all 10 brave
The long and lonely ,ilences ofdustf
4 dignity TO dying when they went,
Willed tC the world a new heroic are,
and gave TO rs, in q ank, free, soldier trust
frOntispece for Fame unfinished page
DON'T GIvR Up TIE sHIPi'
one hundred years age this blessed day
The :. hoouer Franklin grounded on bar
And British boats swsrmel down upon the prey
She was fighting schooner, and the sky
Was ,;, cir uded ny with battle near and far,
She had he choice-to strike it or to die
They t,ck the hapless schooner fore and aft.
Twas raining iron and twas light ming steel,
And cannon tbundered through the heavy weather.
Twas crash and hash-twas shout and whirl and
And splinter ed fire and musket's rafting peal,
And cheers snd curses v ent alOtt together.
kedder than sunset was the Frankln's deck
And many sea-dog lay shattered wreck
They brought the ship about. until she wore
Nearer hell port thsn she had sailed before
The schooner Captain bore an unknown name
That never bad bean heard i'm song or story,
And Vet the gallant Wingfurd' heart Of flame
SHOULD light ballad Of Centennial glory.
One hundred years ago this day he died.
One hundred years ago this day he cried
An id the throe and tempest of despair,
- j he hag, my men, we II keep it floating Their
Splashsd like wine, press, wounded. sore besct
S~ath after iwath ne cut right through the throng
=, lie sla,hed scarlet Gheyron good and strong,
His cmtlass Changed upon the slippery oak,
TSa f s @Td sSfg ene t lightning glance
For there alctt the fiery flag yet swung
md A., lappsd the murky cloud, a crimson tongue
;. oh, don't give up the ship - and so died
Il M tha st . dEdng, and the tail9r heard
Great Heart, goodnight! Death made the commo
And yet no orders for a hundred yearsl
Why name this man . century aehore2
tell you why. They could have spared their
Who mourned him dead; He is not dead at all,
Men T afe n s1 m%d bd to i mSth Eav in pail
\ Amid the thundeTs OF the Chesapeake,
Th hose ra very accents fr' Don't give up the ship
Ry some new name, here, there, and everywhere,
one noble deed may bless the race, and When,
~ nd 5heis now Sleeping Ping here men die for men
And kindles and ex ats like prairie fires;
Jntl, horizon 10 horizon broad,
Aud doubles day time to intenser light
,It wllts.the flowers, indeed, and glooms the sod,
And flowers will worship with their scarlet Iips
And lilies pray and make all right with God
And so this vast encampment of the Blue
May have their marching orders any dav,
And pass the world again in grand review,
Defend the right and hold the wrong at bay
Till seeming clOds 20 instant manhood start,
Cast off, a. lightnings tlas a. their long disguise
And stand transfguged to our earnest eyes
Is if the statue in the ledge should knock,
And break unsummoned from the living rock
DECORATION DAY.
The he angel guard upon their radiant rounds,
Midway between the green world and the blue,
down wonder these
AS If the Spring rchearsing summer through.
To lead them forth and stand before the Lord.
they see a mig hty Continent 70 day,
A. If the surging of the floral waves
In fragrant silence washed them all away
They see thousand congregations strong
From far Atlantic to the Golden Gate,
IN sun ard rain with re;erend heart and feet
- The resurrection gardens where they wait
M, no never more shall march the rim sng street.
They see widow in a faded hood ODD '"'''uue'
- Who nurscd some wellesley hercottage door,
Now lay the blue-eycd children Of the wood
rCn grave whose grassy roof grows lower
~ troubled waves 81 b, de when storm is DER
\ dln.ple IN the sod; a. if Earth smiled
To think she holds her weary soldier child!
LINCOLN.
They see the pilgrims to the Springfield tomb
BE proud day, oh, portco on glooml-
Where lies the man in solitary state
n ses around 5 the Wo %RR Ra
That Tta en- the e, utter ayariGe Of Death
Could only rob him Of his mortal breath.
How strange the splendor though the man be past
His nOblest inspiration was his last.
The statues Of the Capitol are there
And i those %oT 80 'e ender [rT an inst
royal psalm that took mankind on trust
While May wears flowers upon her broidered hem,
And all that marble SHOWS and drifts to dust:
"Eondly do we hope, tervently we pray
THAT TINS mighty scourge Of war may speedily pass
With charity for all. with malice toward none.
With frmness in the right
Let us finish the work already begun,
care Tor the battle sons, the Nations wounds 10
Care for the helpless ones that they will leave be-
Cherish il we will achieve it if we can,
A Just and lasting peace forever unto man.
Amid old EurOpe's rude and laundering years
One calm white angel q a day appears
- In every year gift direct from Heaven,
Therein from setting sun TO setting sun
:. Day Of the Truce of God - Be this day ours,
Until perpetual peace flows like q river
And hopes as fragrant a. these tribute flowers
Fill all the land forever and forever
That angel guard behdid- this hi. blossomed land
AfTe with flags as if old Aaron's rod
As human - a brother, more Of man than cod
And leavened by its graves to something grand,
And striped with triune tints OF day break light,
No Pleiad lost, ablaze with ali their stars,
Though struck by iighIhinss1 cio%ded up With wrath
ro AZ black as night, as red ss golden blood,
In mountain gOrges and by field and flood,
AS eloquent to-day, these Freedom flowers,
As in that continental hour of hours,
Mid mesketry and prayers and tears and cheers
II first began TO hutter out its hundred years
When Mercy went away to Arctic seas
She took no cargo but the blessed flag,
When painting Science 81 mbs the m. untain crag,
She sets that banner drift ng in the breeze
- Give US a bugle all :, the trooper said,
" Or else unfnIl Old Glory in my sight ~
They lad the flag upon his dying bed,
And then he smiled and babe them long good
night
saw il futter up the rugged steep,
hen Sinai came ain OH LOokout's crest,
i saw the clouds of Blue ri ght upward sweep
As II the sea would seek the eagle 5 nest
Ii was not life or death or wrath or scOrn
Or thirst for blood that took tn )se men abroad
TO brave the TEN pest and TO spurn the sod,
S0ake on the heavy earth that clogs and clings,
Ana take to air like beings born with wings
All brightly shine, thou dim November morn -
The nag inspired them like a trumpets blast
made them heroes first and shrouded them al last
IL men shall keep the faith and God shall viii,
baptized in blood and Decoration born,
This nag shall fly till resurrection morn,
An ins Pration and glory still,
The wedding record of q married world,
Unroll. as now, its grand commission then,
And Ages read in every fold unfured,
wrote out III writings, uttered in the 81 under:
Behslo this new commandment unto men
hat God has Joined, let no man put asunder ~
After music by Reppetti's band the orator
OF the day, Hon. Stewart l.. Woodford, of