The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1880-10-29

are bending over cradles distinguishes
that are asleep. Some are receiving The
blessings Of old men. Some ate. parting
with mothers who hold them and press
them 10 their heaffs sgain and again and
saw nothing, and soma are talking with
wives and endeayoripg by brave words,
sooken in the old tones, todrive from
their hearts the awful fear We see
them part. We see the wife standing in
the door with the babe In her arns-stard.
ing in the sunlight sobbing. AT the turo
OF the road hand waves. She answers
by holding high in her loving hands the
child. He lie gone and forever. We see
them all as theymarch proudly away uns
der the Haunting figs, keeping tune 70 the
wild, grand music OF war, marching down
the streets Of the great cities, through the
towns aud across the prairies, down TO the
fields OF glory TO do and die for the eternal
right. as ~
We 20 with them one and all. we are by
their side on all the gpry fields, in. all the
hospitals OF pain, on all the weary marches
We stand guard with them in the wild
storm and under the quiet stars. We are
with them 10 ravines running with blood,
in the burrows OF old fields. We are with
them between conteI ding hosts, unable
TO move, wild with thirst, the lits ebblng
slowly away among the Withered leaves.
We sea them piefced with, btlls aud torn
with shells in the trenches bv forts, and
in the whirlwind Of the charge where
men become iron, with nerves OF steel
We ate with them 10 the prisons OF hatred
and famine, but human speech eau never
tell what thew there endured. We are at
home when the news comes that they are
dead. we see the maiden 10 the shadow OF
her first sorrow. We see the silver head
OF the old man bowed with the last sor-
row. -y y"
The past rises before US, and we see
four millions OF human beings governed
by the lash. We see babes sold from the
breasts OF mothers. Cruelty unspeakablel
Outrage ininiiel ~. q. - y . ~
-Four million bodies In chains-tour
million souls in letters. All the sacred rsrl
laiions OF vile, mother, father and child
trampled beneath the brutal feetof might
And All this WIS done under Dur; own
beautiful banner OF the free.
The past rises before as. We hear the
roar and Ehfiek oil The bursting she'll The
broken letters fall. These heroes died
We lnok. Instesd of slaves We see men,
women and children. The wan Of pro:
gress touches the auction block, the slave.
pen, the whipping post, aud We see homes
and fresides, and gchoolhouses and p0okf,
and where all was want and crime and
cruelty and fear, We see the a lafes q the
free. ~ % ~ n. .s
These heroes are dead. They died for
liberty; they died for US; they are Ct
rest. They sleep,in the land they made
free under the flag they made stainless;
underline solemn plbes, The sad hemlocks,
theIeaIful willowsand Observation-Disclosures
They, sleep beneath the shadoaaof the
clouds, careless alike ofHsunshine.tor Of
storm, each in the windowless palace oil
rest. Earth may run rcd with otber; xatsI
they are at peace, In the midst 81 battle,
in the roar OF conflict, they found the
serenity OF death! ,si,as's siH; boh
sdIha one sentiment for the soldiers,
living and, dead: Cheers for the Lying,
and tears for the dead. I'm. -, y
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