The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-07-04

The following IS the Ioem delivered at Provi-
enoe recently by Bayard Ta1l Tor before the
army OF the Potomac.
I.
1t is the brave that first forget,
And noble ices that first unite
Not they who strife and passion whet.
= hen slilk when COM the need TO smite.
tbs mutual voui age tuat Orglves,
And answ eriDg honor that outllves
Tue onsets nour the battles day;
The hearts that dare are quick to ieel;
The hands that wound are soft to heal
The blood that dlms a htro's steel
HIS proud tears wash away.
One holler sun awakes at last
For north and south the blltne, bright hours,
No mo upon our dead ave cast
Tie once divided girts OF flowers
But where the live oaks hlde In moss,
And where the plumy larches toss
Their arms above the May flowers bed,
Ana where Wild waves Of prairie crawl
To meet far west, their mountain wall,
The peoples voice says: peace to all
We honor equal dead
III.
Oh, never from our elm tree shades
SO sweetly piped the thrush, as now;
Nor mid the lonely Everglades,
The hooking blru on cypress bouph
Nor lid grass wove by meadow rills,
Nor clover on the happy lis,
So soft carpet for the spring.
Bound is each and that fain would spoil
The truce OF God upon our soil
Descends, like Sabbath after toll,
His benson TO bring
IT'S time your bard restrung his harp,
That l0Ig has echoed IN his note
The vollty's rattle, fierce and sharp,
The thunuer Dass OF cannon throat
That sang Of fields where glory swayed,
But wingless Victory paused, ana stayed
To see her only flag unfurled:
That summoned as bugle blown
challenged. a frnmnrtia
That quickened as bolt is thrown
From heaven to shake the world
All must we then renounce the theme
That first can rouse and best Inspire
The splendor of the soldiers dream,
The ardor OF the patriots fire.
When each, 10 sternest duty bowed,
Makes all, as common kindred, proud,
And blots the .ong reproach Of fine
When youth forgetS what most is fair,
And age assumes nObler care,
And manhood, hs wave In air,
Heaves high, TO fall Sublimc!,
The virtues, poured In lavish flood
TO whelm cur coarser Self in shame;
The pure inft ction OF the blood
That burned for lOftier need than fame
Must these be lost ?-or absent now
The song OF lip, the light OF brow.
Remembering they were doubly ours7
And. though we honor both as one,
That strain OF blood, in both BEGUN,
Say, lie, IT buried from the sun,
Beneath memorial flowers?
VII.
Not so .-the summit OF his deed
Is the true measure or the man,
Though once alone he caught the speed
That every baser aim Outran.
What once moment is assures
The certainty OF what endures,
And thus its sacred law DEGREES;
SO We, whom battle spared or SCARED.
safe sheltered now fium disr, gard,
Harken to EDglaDd's blind old bard:
"Peace hath her victories."
WI.
What once, IN fiery test OF war.
81 proved list II, must ever stand,
To make the land worth living for.
Since others died to save tine land =
| Alto take from taeir lips the parted breath!
Make life as glorlou as is Death
To them that u iumph wnen they fall;
Still bid The phantom squadrons throng;
Thei- purpose AID their will prolong
To guard the Right, repel he Wrong,
And giving, gain, their all
They most are soldiers, who shall keep
| TIL climax OF TIN ir manhood yet:
| Who stand guard when Othera SleeD.