The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1876-09-07

Lying 30 suenU, Dy nlBnG ana Dy day,
Sleeping the years of their manhood away.
Years they had marked for the Joys of the
brave;
Years they must waste in the moldering grave.
All 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 the strife,
Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
Cover them over-yes, cover them over
Parent, husband, brother and lover!
Crown in your hearts those dead heroes of
ours
Aud cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover the faces that motionlees lie,
Shut from the blue Of the glorious sky,
Faces once decked with the smiles Of the gay,
Faces now marked with the frown Of decay;
Eyes that looked friendship and love to your
own,
Lips that the thoughts Of affection made
known;
Brows you have soothed in the hour of dis
Cheeks you have frightened by tender caress.
Oh ! how they cleaned at the nations first
cry
OH how they streamed when they bade you
good-bye
Oh how they cleaned in the battles fierce
flame
Oh! how they paled when the death angel
came!
Cover them over oh, cover them over,
Parent, husband, brother and lover
KISS in your hearts those dead heroes Of ours,
Aud cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover their hands that are lying untried,
Crossed on the bosom and low by the side
Hands to you, mother, in infancy shown:
Hands to you, father, claspod close to your
own
Hands where you, sister, when tired and dis
mayed
Hung for protection and counsel and aid
Hands that you, brother, in loyalty knew;
LANDS that you, wife, wrung in bitter sdieu
Bravely the musket and saber they bore,
Words of affection they wrote in their gore
Grandiy they grasped for garland OF light,
Catching the mantle OF death-darkened night.
Cover them over Oh, cover them over,
Pront, husband and brother and lover
Crown i'll your hearts those heroes of ours,
An! cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover the feet that, all weary and torn,
lIi.her by comrades were tenderly borne,
Feet that have trodden the towtr ~ ways
Close by your own in the old bappy days;
Foot that have pressed in life's opening morn
Roses Of pleasure and deaths poisoned thorn.
Swiftly they rushed to the help Of the right,
Firmly they stood IN the shock Of the fight
Noer shall tho enemy's hurrying tramp
Summon them forth from their death guarded
camp
Neer till the buge OF Gabriel sound
Will they come out OF their couch in the
ground.
Cover them over; yes, cover them over,
Parent, husband, brother and lover!
Rough were the paths Of those heroes of ours
Now cover them over with beautiful flowers
Cover the hearts that have beaten so high,
Beaten with hopes that were doomed but to
Hearts that have burned in the heat of the
fray,
Hearts that have yearned for the homes far
away
Hearts that beat high in the charges loud
tramp,
Hearts that fell low in the prisons foul damp.
Once they were swelling with courage and will;
Now they are ~ ng all pulseless and still.
Once they were glowing with friendship and
love;
Now their great souls have gone soaring
above.
Bravely their blood to the nation they gave!
Then in her bosom they found them a grave.
Cover them over yes, cover them over,
Parent and husband brother and lover!
Kiss in your hearts those dead heroes of ours.
And cover them over with beautifu aowers.
Cover the thousands who sleep far away,
Sleep where their friends cannot find them TO-
day,
They who in mountain and hillside and dell
Rest where they wearied and lie where thew
fell.
Softly the grass-blades creep round their re-
pose,
Sweety above them the wild how'ret blows.
zephyrs of freedom fly gently oerhesd,
So in our mind we'll name them once more,
SO in our hearts wen cover them DER.
Roses and lilies and violets blue
Bloom in our souls for the brave and the true,
Cover them over ; yes, cover them over,
Parent, husband, brother and lover
Think of those far-away heroes of ours,
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.
When the long years have rolled slowly away
Fen to the dawn of earth's funeral day,
When at the archangel's trumpet and tread
Rise up the faces and forms OF the dead,
When the great world its last judgment awaits
When the blue sky shall swing open its gates
And our long columns march silently through
Past the Great Captain for final review
Then from the blood that has flowed for the
right
Crowns shall spring upward, untarnished and
bright;
Then the glad ears Of each war-martyred son
Proudly shall hear the good tiding, well
DONE"
Blessings for garlands shall cover them over
Parent and husband and brother and lover.
God will reward those dead heroes of ours,
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Carleton.
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When a patriotic Scot sowed thistle
seed in Australia to remind him of home,
he bestowed very left handed boon on