Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1881-10-01
Our NNrrOw Makes us One.


AN ODE To TIE MEMORY or THE DEAD
PRESIDENT, SEPT. 26rH, 1881.
"Be still !" nation cries million voices
grieve as one
"Be still ~ the people echo, from lands of
snow, to lands of sun
"Be still !" It's Of women sobbing by Eng
lish waves their "never more
"Be still !" the children whisper from the
blue Italian shore
"Be still !" it is funeral day, in its hush
so deep and long,
Mingle the soft voice of the weak, with the
deep voice of the strong;
And a dirgc for the fallen chieftain, soldier
President and man
Is pean for the union of our hearts, and
homes, aud land
Be still, the bells are tolling from pine,clad
hills afar,
They ring on every sunny slope, and tremble
meath the star.
Up the mist enshrouded valley, by the riv-
er's rushing tide
Comes the roll of entation-lamentatio
deep and wide
And the tone of thousands grieying, like
surging sea oerflOws
The heart by the hardy hawthorn, and the
| nome Denealn lne rose,
| Aud the drge for the stricken chieftain,
the father and the son
Is a pean for the peOple-that death has
made them one!
As low in the silent chamber, how'd and mo.
tiOnless they stand,
| They are brothers on the northern hills and
low sweet southern land,
Together, brothers hoped, and feared, and
thought with kindly care
Together, sisters waited, with watching and
with prayer
Together, both are weeping now, DER pail
and plume, and bier;
There mingles mans brave tenderness with
woman's holy tear,
And the dirge for the fallen chieftain, the
soldier and the man
. Is pean for the union of great and lovely
land.
, There is m ourning for the widow, for tho
orphan there's a prayer,
There is wailing for the mother, whose hope
lie withered there.
Whit L"uLs arc weaving garlends-paI,
roses bathed in tears
And the worker there recalls each name, AM
dear dead love of years
And the great heart bows in anguish, wit
dOuble Welght OF pam,
AS through the heightened silence, and mis-
OF corrow's rain,
' The dirge rose for the fallen chief, the fathe
And a pean for the yeople-re.unted an
5 made one.
United nolC-the yawning gulf, its swolle
waters lave,
IT'S written on the crimson tide, and snow,
crested wave,
IT'S told in the lands of shadow, and sun
IS in stored rhyme,
n It's chiseed on the purple peaks, and su
" scOrched walls of time.
lie The wditiRg, where the MOSES cling to pc
tai, eve and spire--
IL The WiShhg, in the heart of love, and bur
al ing heart Of fire
Unite to sing dirge to-day. thar rolls fro
H. Aud pean for tl'e people, who in sorro
ing are one!
'"Be still :" we pause aud whisper, as
ed take our last farewell,
~ United are the heals that bow and the man
- hearts that swell. aAeo
And may the eyes that see again, "wi
vision heavenly clear
~ Look down from love and union there,
love duQ union mere -
h. While We, through far eternal years, co
>, memOrate the dav,
J. That bound the lovers of the blue, to {
Mt warm hearts of the gray;
on And the dirge for the stricken chiefta
soldier President aud man,
l Was a pean for the people--to UNITfst
al sare The toad, 90
ny Rev. A. f. Grover offered VI
ire feeling and sympathetic mayer. .
Mt benedictiOn was then pronounced a
tie large audience dispersed.