Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1880-06-09

Not one escaped His wstchful eye.
At Gettysburg and Washington,
At Nashville, Richmond. Arlington,
These unknown heroes silent sleep,
The Nations ward, her charge to keep;
To-day Columbia of'es her hand,
And chaplets, beautiful and. grand,
Are scattered on these unknown graves,
Where rest the Nations worthy braves
Shall weave another chaplet,
For our brothers Of the SOUTH
Who, while tearing down our banner,
Fell before our lannon's MOUTH
Who, to save a long, loved evil,
Thought 20 cut our land in twain!
Struggling bravely, dying nobly,
Struggling. dying, still in vain
Shall we hold the old grudge longer
Rather let us giveit up;
Cover up the sears of battle,
Brighter than the nations hope;
North and south the dead are sleeping,
No more battles, in the grave,
They are now at peace forever,
Let the living thus behave;
II the dead who suffered bravely,
One long truce in death observe,
Shall not we who less have suffered,
Now commence true peace to serveI
Rebel soldiers, Union heroes,
Long ago they stacked their arms,
In the same tent bivonacssng,
Ne'er shall wake at wars alarms.
On the same dust pillow resting,
Who shall dare renew their strife;
WAC would wish for each more suffering,
Who again the sword unsheath.
No Sleep on, great host Of heroes,
Honored be each heroes tomb;
Peace shall reign throughout OUT nation,
Sunshine shall dispell all gloom.
Scatter garlands, flowers, fraternal.
Northern wreaths with south entwine,
Linked together, let them circle,
South and North in one combine,
Take all garlands ever scattered
On the graves in all our land;
Weave them all in one great chaplet,
Place il in Columbia's hand;
Let her rise above oar Nation,
Till her eve takes in the whole,
From her Northern lakes and rivers,
Then, o, Goddess drop flower
Over every soldiers grave,
Token Of the love fraternal,
Sacred where our flag doth wave
Let's weave another chaplet,
Not for our heroes dead,
But for our living heroes,
Yea, let rs crown their heads,
With Amaranth and laurel
Myrtle and ivy vine,
With oak leaves and nasturtion,
The victor's wreath entwine.
Why wat until the living
Are numbered with the dead,
Before we give them honor,
They who have fought and bledi
IT'S time we stopped postponing
The merit we should give;
Let's weave worthy garland,
And crown them while they live.
read again the story,
How near you came TO be
A sacrsfice most willing,
For right and liberty;
You fought and sd'o the triumph,
Your manly courage won,
Ysu heard the great rejoicing
When all the strife was done.
And when from war returning,
We welcomed you again,
You heard the loved Thanksgiving,
And Joined the glad refrain.
Come, bend your heads, brave heroes,
While We adorn your brows,
With gratituses, bright garland,
This wreath we give you now.
Go, friends, and scatter your garlasds.
Scatter them over each mound;
Scatter your beautiful flowers
Over the cold, cherries ground,
Over the heads once aching,
Over the hearts that bled,
Over the hands that are folded,
Over the glory-crowned head;
Over the feet that grew weary,
Over the arms that taught,
Over the bodies that wasted,
Yet, hath our liberties bought.
Scatter the cypress and myrtle,
Emblems Of mourning and love;
Scatter some leavss'of rosemary,
For heroes are thought of above.
have read of quaint ancient legend,
OF one who wcpt long, weary hours,
Each tear-drop the earth kept moment
Then sent them forth beautiful flowers
Our nation has been in deep mourning,
The friends Of the brave who have diet
| Have wept tears Of sorrow and trial,
For those that were torn from their sid
Those tears have now bloomed into bloss
The garlands and crosses you hold;
Go, scatter them lovingly, freely,
On the graves Of the brave and the Dol
The grafton, delivered by /
J. w. Campbell, is as follows:
American Citizens and Members Of
Veteran association
By Invitation of the commi
of arrangements Of this Matte
Memorial service, / now appear
fore you to offer q few thong
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