Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1880-06-25
BRATTLEBORo VT. FRIDAY, JUNE 25, 1880.
Let cross over the river and rest under the shat
ow of the treea.n

LET us cross over the river and under the shad
Ow Of the trees"
joaquin Mlller's poem read at the reunion Of the
Army Of the Potomac at Burlington, last week.l
Along Potomao's shadowy shore
Still glide the ghost white battle clouds.
Dark Lydia, dreamer as Of yore,
Sees mighty marshalled hosts in Bhrouds;
In thunder hears far cannon-roar;
He sees dread giants battling there,
when lghtnings fash fierce swords In air.
He feels warm tears when plaintve winds
And plying wGr-clouds pause and weep
Where thrice an hundred thousand kings,
Immortal as Columbia, sleep.
o! remnant Of that perished host,
Rise upl Recross that ghostly shorel
Advance! Press in each proud outpost
And cOnquerl Conquer az bcforel
Aye conquer, so that nevermore
May arm or army dare uprise
Beneath these star-strown hammered skies
Aye couquerl 80 that cycles through
Your South would sooner lift high hand
To cleave with sword Code starry blue
Than rend the banner Of this land.
And conquer all with love! with hands
outstretched as eager brothers reach
when stormy seas and trackess lands
Have long divided them, let each
Man say his man with love. . Aye, teach
The world the art Of war; TO know
That love beats down the brayest foe,
Aud that strife shall cease forever
And the trade OF war shall cease;
Teach piteous, marshaled Netherlands
The priceless victories Of peace.
To you, brave men, Peace makes appeal.
To You who know the awful woe
OF studied war who bore the steel
Above that noblest, bravest foe
That ever fell saw upturned there
Pale boyish faces, touched white hands
That dropt the sword TO lift in prayer
And die along the blood-soaked lands
To You Peace makes appeal for Peace:
For only he who bears a scar
Can know the awful agouies
That track the brutal trade Of war.
Brave victors Of the bravest days
That time hath ohronieled; the few
Survivors, scorched with powders blaze,
As sown with hre, sifted through
And shorn Of limb, the while you stood
Stout ranked as some dark serted wood,
We celebrate no deeds Of blood,
Speak low and bend the head to know
with touch Of pity, tinge Of shame,
Mans highest membership to fame
Gods pity for poor Abel slain,
With all his young years on his head
More pity for the living Cain
With dreams undyinR Of his dead
Through all the years that may remain.
But pity most her mute despair
with ifes long winter in her hair
Lorn mother leaning from the gate,
To wait hor boy, to wait Away;
To look away, to wait and wait,
TIL the world goes out in the judgment day
Gray heroes Of an age, tho dream
OF chiyalry bebooves the brave.
when next your battle banners CLEAN
In glad reunion, let them wave
Beyond Potomac's storied stream.
Recross aud meet again the grayl
Meet there as You meet here to-day.
As June to May, bind blue to gray!
Strike hands and hold as honored guest
For one brief day. while yet you may,
The man you last met breast to breast.
True men were they in that dark day
To cause they deemed the truth. God frowned
Displeasure and they passed away.
Pridecrushed and penitent. The ground
Is titled. The high born son lays bare
broken sword with bright plowshare-
He pows a sire's leveled mound!
Yea, they have borne defeat like gods
And such defeatl Or wrong, or right,
II takes as brave 4 man to bear
Defeat like that as win the fight.
Grand men, you too have dounod the gray;
That broader stream rolls dark before,
Your ranks grow thin: the reyeille
Beats ever on that farther shore
Dread mufied notes none disobey
Fill up your wasting ranks with those
You knew as not unworthy foes.
Fail up bout face, and prepare
To cross together; aye, to vie
In yalor in that crossing where
Nor blue nor gray shall signify.