Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-07-10


Where viOlets bloom in the spring;
Down in the green, old churchyard
Under the angels wing;
Rank after rank in their order,
Mustered to meet on that DAY,
When sounds the archangel's trumpet,
Slumber the Blue and the Gray.
Once in the roar of the battle
Rang loudly their echOing cry,
Once by the light of the campfire
They watched, for the foeman was nigh,
Ready to spring at the summons,
Ready the call to obey
Now have they rest from their labors-
Rest for the Blue and the Gray.
Each for the land of his dwelling
Fought, as he deemed, for the right
Equal their truth and their valor-
Deafness their glory bright
Shame ON the hand that would rob them
Tearing one laurel a way,
That rests on the grave of the heroes,
Who fought for the Blue and the Gray.
Fair is the grassy meadow.
When crOcus and daffOdil wake;
Fair is the sunset shadow,
That falls on the crystal lake;
Fair is the smile of beauty,
Under the m0onbeams play
Falrer the honor and duty,
That watch DER the Blue and the Gray.
Strew DER the graves OF the fallen
Flowrets of every name,
Roses as red as their ife-blOOd,
Lilies as white as their fame;
Cover the sod with the myrtle,
1d emblem 9nn qt OF h love tthey say9
Love for the Blue and the Gray.
So when the golden sunset
Lights with its beams the west,
Rays of its parting splendOr
Fall on their place of rest:
Then to the silent churchyard
Our wandering steps shall stray,
To offer prayer for the heroes,
Who fought for the Blue and the Gray.
s'Westward the course of empire takes its way'-
Thus sang good Berkeley in the years long past
AS, gazing down DER Narragansett Bay,
He cried Times noblest offspring ia the last"
He hailed the advent Of a golden age
An age OF 'swisest heads and noblest hearts;'
When to the world the grand, historic page
Should tell the rise Of empire and of arts"
More than a hundred years have passed away,
Ginoe rang the holl NJ Independence Hall
TO greet with JOY nations natal day,
When patriots swore as one to stand or fall.
Where the wild Indian roanned with painted face.
Or chased with spear and bow his savage game,
Proud cities tower their heads in pride of place,
And temples worthy Of = country's fame.
To our bright shores the busy myriads throng
From Europe's coasts, where tyranny holds sway;
They seek q land where Liberty is strong,
Where crowns, and thrones, and scepters pass away
We welcome ou-our distant cousins they
For we are children of old England's land;
Let each serve well the State, the laws obey,
And raise the fabric Of our temple grand.
Let Mexico it's mongrel co]ors mix,
And with unequal blood it's land debase-
Here comely order shall her dwelling fix
Here shall bear rule the proud Caucasian race.
Hail, sons of Erin, land Of song and mrth,
Ye leave an island once supremacy blest,
The greenest, farest spot Of all on earth,
To find with us your labor and your rest.
Hail, Saxon cousins from the vine-clsd Rhejn.
Or where the Donau rolls its stored stream;
Your fame is fair and fragrant as your wine,
Brightly your virtues and your valor gleam.
Hail, ye, who wander from the distant north,
Where shines on Norway's hills the midnight sun,
Possess our Land and let our race be ONE.
One law, one custom let there be for each,
One be the race that Yields the pen and sword.
One in our hearts and hands, our tongue and speech
And drive to China's coast the pagan horde!
More than hundred years have onward rolled,
Since fought and fell our sires on Bunker
What wonders hath the ancient sibyl told,
What mighty trophies of our country's skill!
Our steamships first have plowed the foaming
First Ser our cables joyful tidings fly:
For Fulton holds the steam with iron REIN
Franklin and Morse draw lightning from the
sky.
Reign then, America. in arts stin great,
with Freedom for thy panoply Of might:
Beat down the hosts Of tyranny and hate,
ana cry with heavens own voice;-Let there