Bismarck tri-weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, D.T. [N.D.]) 1875-1881, 1877-08-10
Wildwood Graves.

Italy! rich IN thy sunny cline, lovely
in thy purple skies, land of love and
song, hew art thou beautiful! Haliowed
indeed is thy heaving sod for it flour
ishes above the graves of Petrarch and
Tasso.
Glorious Greecel Marathon and Mis-.
soioghni, bring with their names proud
memories of thee; over the dust Of
many heroes thy expresses, wave, and
thou art immortal.
Beautiful France! beneath thy turf
sleeps hero and poet, and thy skies are
softer for smiling over their graves. 81
! Proud England. thou art forever em 1
gblazoned on memory's page, for Shakes
'petr'ss .shes. mingle with thy dust.
Cplumbial thy memory, fadeth never;
there IS 90, apot o 'er from whence comes
ns voice TO perpetuate te' thy MANS. From
the shore where occidental waters roll
lip apeaesful majesty, ,j'evsn r'o'sr the
land oto Orient coasts, there goeth up
,dns csasalesS voice; that of Columbia's
dead. AL amid thy, wildwood haunts
upheaves q tho fragrant sod over tho
bones Of some lonely one, some smitten
wanderer. Here and there, beneath the
}swaying trees little hillock may be
seen marked by rude cross, or only =
wild rose tree, something placed there
to show that, "that which lies beneath
once lived and suffered DEATH" Amid
the silent haunts of Greenwood, and
Laurel Hill, where all that is lovely. in
nature is tastefully disposed by the
hand of art-where the loving may tread
with pleasure the beautified homes of
the dead, the mind is exalted, en-
tranced, and the sad heart loses half
its sorrow as it fingers there. But to
the wanderer mid the vast forests Of
our western wilds, the sudden meeting
of a solitary grave brings thoughts and
feelings never produced by a stroll
through a cemetery adorned and culti-
vated; thoughts deep, and feelings earn
est and true, are awakened by these
lone objects,-graves in the wilderness.
Not score Of miles from our own
mound city, beneath the wild forest
trees in lone secluded spot there is
single grave. The long, grass waves
over it, and the little sorrel flower bios.
SONS there. II is astranger's grave. He
came q traveller to that lone spot, where
. few families dwelt around; the fever
smote, him, and they took him in,-he
left his bones among them. =. s..y
I know = grave whereon the wild
flowers bloom. In the long grass the
lark builds her nest, and the wild vine
weeps morning dew above that hallowed
spot, and nightly mid the dark foliage
comes the whipoorwill to warble re-
QUEEN. 49,. z--.,-.-- I'M - :.
On the banks of the river called
"Beautiful" there is spot dear to the
nations heart. A gentle eminence
gives to the view of the traveller on that
lovely stream. the grave of Harrison.
A quiet, secluded spot, fit resting place
for the good ruler who sleeps there.
Far up the river "Mighty," on lofty
rise, is seen another venerated tomb:
A little house erected over the ashes of
the loved Dubuque, attracts the eye OF
him who journeys by. Tradition tells
US that for long time the Indians kept
q nightly watch and lurid fire around
that sacred spot. The red men have
been driven thence, but that lone tomb
still stands there to tell tale to the
traveller replete with mournful sentl'
ment.' - ..'. .' e ,, ,, - :. |
Many q voice comes from the hallowed
mounds that consecrste our wilds.
There on the open prairie, with the blue
sky above, and the sea of waving grass
on either hand, the wearled trapper
rests. No sslsb nor board marks his
humble grave. Enough that the sun
shines on It, and the summer rain weeps
oveyit He rs at rest. All along the
shoeaof our western river, there riseth
many naneless grave where sleep the
victims of the, pestilence. The boats
crew as they 60 ashore, meeting pc,
chance with one Of: these mementoes Oh
stricken hopes, return to their labor
withs sidder hearts, and faces more
thoughtful. we q .,y::...,,
! Many, many places where the Wild
yinecreeps, ,and-the eglsntine in all Its
sweetness waves, where the via pee
huns, and the waters glide, may De
seen the nameless, graves, cmbiems OF
the uncertain destiny Of all that is NOR
tai, ~, a. Xxx. @.7, -. ..r-4,Fi -.
/ There is Wild anl desert seeming
snet. Forrest flowers cluster round; ;
and the tall trees cast mournful gloom
Ger all beneath. A rude, decaying
slab leans over the grave; the words
thereon inscribed tell of whom; for one,
with difficulty, there may read "AARY,
THE MOTHER OF WASHINGTON
: !. =.a MINNIE NJ. MERRILL.
July 50th, 1877.
We had the pleasure of call yester~
dav from Iessrs. John T. Meginness