Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-06-03
Many POSE. HfgLLIgEECER.
DRCoRATI0S DAY.


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Tonvvsa1 1aQo u battles murky smoke
Burst Ger our land, dead ming, cu-sins
blight. I.,,:z
For treason with scherine' Hiiins
stroke
Sought On our ruins TO upbuild Der right,
Then with a noble heart and steady
hand
smoke Lincoln In our hour Of woe;
.R;ss countryuen, and save orr land
Peat hack our Nations treacherous Toe.
Our Nations heart was stirred By IRE,
Built once within each pilgrims nome
And liehtuings fash along the WIRE
From Union hearts-"ve come We
come"
Long wears the laundering echo rolled
From many hillsides IN our glorious
land, .,, -
while wondering Europe. filed with
awe beheld
The brave endurance OF eacn patriot
band.
Each aav for many years, the quiyering
wire,
Bore fearful tidings Of ambitions cost,
While each vibration seemed mourn
full Tyre, -.
which murmured requiems DER the
heroes lost.
All. wears of woe, of anguish and dread,
When blood and tears had draped our
banners round,
when failing hearts are waiting for the
.woupded,r missing" dead,
AID urayino for the bnRles recall sound.
Through many a weary day or wretched
night they stand.
Upon the ramparts to combat the foe
As through the swamps, the snow or
rain this band
With Union" for watchword onward
90,
By screecbine she'll and by the elisten-
ing steel
And on each spot where e'er our banners
waved,
They printed Union 80 that traitors feel
"The Union must and ever shall be
saved"
Bot, All. the cost ON many a southern
Both friend and foe are sleeping side
by side;
Were they NOT heroes ali-Columbia's
slain,
They fought like martyrs and we're our
Unions pride.
Then comes sweet peace--but On, the
pain she brings
For every home will MISC father,
brother, son,
And 10 their far-off graves Nations
heart still cliDgs;
Nor will our bitter tears bring back the
the missing ones.
Not they alone who fought In battles
rank
Have suffered for sweet freedom, and
have lost their all,
For mirey swamps the blood of patriots
drank,
And heroes suffered death within the
prisons wall.
Yes, many hero though not Ill suit OF
blue,
But branded by the name-"A Southern
Union man"
Fought Just as well, and had heart as
true
Az he who bore a title, or onward led
the van.
Two noble chieftains, struck by assas-
sims hand
Are resting with Fame's iaurels on each
brow,
Aud from each State, each portion of
our land
Come sobs Of sorrow, as by their tombs
We bow.
Here rest fcw who dared maintain
the right,
And who were spared death upon the
field,
But when the Gun of peace was shining
bright,
Were by the king Of terrors, forced TO
yield.
Rest TO their dust. the rest from sorrow
free,
Where blasts of war no mere shall ever
sound,
Where bat the Grand Commanders
reville,
Shall wake them from their sleep pro.
found.
We strew bright flowers above each
And in our hearts their memories sacred
keep,
Nor shall the roll of years their honor
e'er deface
While fifty millions DER their sacred
ashes weep.
Rest, comrades rest No more the bu-
Rles call
Shall pipe you "charge upon the foe"
No more the tedious march; the helIish
prison wall,
The sickening swamps, the rain, or
binding snow.
No more! All, Is II not q glorious
thought,
That for their deeds of valor, true and
bold,
They risked their all, and for our Union
fought,
And now they sleep beneath our ban
ner's fold.
Rest. comrades rest around your graves
we keep
A guard 10 sacred. and Of truest trust.
No foe shall e'er disturb your peaceful
sleep.
Columbia guards your sacred, lifeless
Rest. peaceful rest the storms of life
are DER,
Ye shall not wake to bear the clash of
steel,
Nor chargers shout, nor cannons thun-
deying roar,
Nor dying means. nor muskets rafting
peal.
And when the years Of time at last have
rolled away,
And time and death are ordered TO an
end,
May each repeat upon that Grand In
spection day.
When challenged at the Post, Il am
Mt. Vernon, W. T., May asth.