New-York tribune., 1877-06-28

'Tis mutual courage that fOrgives,
And answering honor that Out.iyeS
The OGact's hour, the battles day:
The hearts that dare are quick 10 ieci
The ilaIds that wound are soft to heal;
The blood that dims a hcr0's steel
lis proud tears wash away!
One holier sun aVakcs at last
For NOrih aud South the blithe, bright hours
No more upOn our dead are cast
The once divided gifts OF flowers:
Bat where the lvc-Odi hides la moss,
And where the piumy laichts toss
Their arms above the mayii0wers bed,
And where wide waves oi pIairie crawl
70 meet, tar-Wcst, their m0untl!n-Wal,
The Peoples voice says: :. Peace to all!-
We honor equal dead.'
Oh, never from Our clm-trcc shades
SO swectly piped the thrush, ao now;
Nor md the l0ney Everglades,
The m0cllng-bird on cypress hOueA!
Nor Wiii-griss WOyc 10y meadow lilis,
Nor clover on the happy hills,
30 soft carpet for the Spriug!
Bound is each hand tbat fain would spoil:
The Truce of God upon our soil
DescendS like sabbath after toni,
His BENSON 10 bring!
".
'Tis time your bard rcstyunC his harp,
That long has echoed in lis note
The Yoilrys rattle, fierce 3Dd sharp,
The thdndcr-bass OF clnnon-throat;
That sang OF fields whore Glory sWlyed,
But winelcss Victory paused, and stayed
TO see her only hag uniuil0d;
That summoned, as bugie blown;
That challenged, rs a trumpets tone;
That qniekcned, as bolt is thrown
From heaven, TO shake the world
V.
All must we then reno1nce the theme
That first can rouse and best inspire
The spcndur Of the ~0ldl'rs dream,
The ard0r OF tBc pairiU; ilc
when each, 10 stt1,s 81 duty nowed,
Makes ali. a. common kindred, proud,
Aud bot5 iho long rrproach ol iuae,-
When Youth f0IgCts Whist most Is tair,
And age assumes "a nOolcr care,
And Manhood, as wave IN ar,
Heayus nsG, To fall sublime.
VI
The virtues, poured in lavish food
70 wheim our cOdlrar Self IN shame;
The pure infection 0f the blood
That burned tor ioflier need than fame
Must these be lost or absent now
The song OF lip, the light oI brow,
Remembering they were dOuDy 0ursf
And, though We honor both rs one,
That strain OF blood in both begun,
SAY. lies it buried from the sun,
Beneath memorial llowersi
Not so,-the summit OF his deed
Is the true measure of the man,
Though once alone he caught the speed
That every baser aim outran.
What once a moment Is, assures
The certainty of what endures,
And thus its sacred law decrees;
So ye, whom battle spared or Scared,
Sale-sheltered now from disregard,
Hearken TO England's blind old bard:
Peace hath her vic,Oriesw
What once, in fiery test of war,
SO proved itself, must ever stand,
To make the land worth living for,
Since others died to save the land!-
Take from their lips the parted breath!
Make Life as glorious as is Death
To them that triumph when they fall:
Still bid the phantom squadr0ns throng;
Their purpose and their will prolong
To guard the Right, lepel the Wrong,
And giving, gain, their all!
Are they but soldiers who enlist
When peril shocks the Nations hearty
Who leave the maiden's lips unkissed,
Or kiss the wife and child, and part =
But soldiers then, when calls the drum
And calls the flashing bayonet: "Come!n
And batteries challenge: "it you dare!"-
When all the standards wave unfurled,
And other clouds than Heavens are hurled
To dim the beauty of the world,
And death floats free III airf
Y.
They most are soldiers, who shall keep
That climax of their manhood yet;
Who stand on guard when others sleep,
And bear in mind what all forget!
Not in the clash of steel is found,
For them, the only battle ground:
Equipped and armed, through life they 60,
Their hearts best blood resolved to spend,
Where Honor shows some grander end,-
For whom each true man lis a friend,
And each false man toe
XI.
II knaves beguile, by felon art,
The shifting favor of the hour;
If civic rule from right depart,
And brazen Impudence has power,
If low Ambition buy his place
While Merit waits in half-disgrace,
Still undecided sways the fight:
The bugle still 10 charge commands;
There is no truce of tongues OF hands,
No quarter, while one foeman stands
To mock eternal Right
XII.
The idle blade is gnawed with rust,
Though meteor Vt hundred fields;