Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1881-10-26
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- ""R DN"N"A ~ AAANAAN VI WI
exchanges the following ode which
was road by Rev. DR.. DaWit az Mo,
Minnvillo on the occasion OF the Gar
field memorial services. The author
is Miss Jesse Virginia French, daugh.
ter Of the lato Mrs. Il. Virginia
French. The poem broathes a spirit
Of catholic patriotism as we'll as sweet
poesy worthy OF the daughter Of such
a mother. Miss Jesse Is the "Blon-
dine whose poem, "Tho Old Coat OF
Gray" attracted so much attention q
few years ago. II is said that the fair
"Blondine" intends to adopt tho pro-
fession Of literatim, in which her
friends predict for her a bright career:
OUR SORROW MAKES Us ONE.
Az opr TO rnE MEMORY or rHR prAp FREsIDEsr.
aEprEMnER 26rH, 1881.
"Be STUFF a nation crissl a million voices
''De ltill" the people echo. from lands Of
snow, TO lands Of sun
"Be stilll' its Of women sobbing by English
waves their never more
"Be stlllr the ohildton whisper from tho
blue Italian shore
BE s%silll" it Is a funeral day, In its hush so
deep and long,
Mingle the SOFT voice Of the weak, with the
deep voice OF tho strong;
And o dirge for the fallen chieftain, soldier,
President and man
Is a pean for the union Of our hearts, and
homes, and landl
Be still! the bells are tolling from pino-clad
hills afar.
They Ting on every sunny Slope and trOmble
meath the star.
Up the mist-enshrOudOd valley, by the rivers
rushing tide,
Comes the roll of lamentation -lamentation
deep and widel
And the tone Of thousands grisving, like q
~surEins sea o'erhows
The hoart by the hardy hawthorn, and the
homo beneath the rose,
And the dirge for the stricken chioftain, the
iather and the son,
Is a pean for the people that death has made
them onel
As low in the silent chamber, how'd and mo-
tionless they stand,
They arc brothers on the Northern hills, and
low tweet 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, Ger pail.
and plume. and bier;
There mingles mans brave tenderness with
woman's holy tear,
And tho dirge for the fallen chieftain, the
soldier and the man,
Is a pean for the union Of n large and loYely
land.
There Is mourning fo- the widow, for the or
phan there's q Player,
There is wailing for the mother, whose hope
lie withered there.
White hands are weaving garlands-pale rose
bathed in tears
And the worker there recalls each name, m
dear dead love Of years
And the great heart bows 10 anguish, With
double weight Of pain,
As through the heightened silence, and mis-
Of sorrow s rain,
The dirgs rose fer tho fallen chief, the fsthe
and the son,
And q pean for tho people, reuSiled an
made one.
United now-tho yawning gull, its swollei
WATERS lave.
IT'S written on tho crimson tide, and snow
crested wave.
Ills told in lands Of shadow, and sung /
st0risd rhyme,
'TiI chisoled on tho purple DC AXIS, the sun
scOrched walls Of time.
The waiting, where tho NOSES ding to portal
cave and spiro-
The wishing, in the heart Of love, and burn
ing heart Of fire.
Unite to sing a dirge to-day. that rolls fror
sun to sun,
And a pean for The people, who in sOrrowin
are one.
BE stDl!' we pause AMI whisper, as we tax
our last farewell,
United are the heads that bow, and the mani
hearts that swell.
And may the eyes that soc again, wit
vision heavenly clear
Look down from 10 20 and union there, I
love and Hnion here
While we. through far eternal years, com
memoTate the day.
That hound the lovers OF tho blue 10 the war;
hearts Of the gray,
And the dirge for the stricken ehieftain, sol
der, President and man,
Was a pean for the poople-to unite and say
the land.