Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1883-05-30

notes followed in rapid succession the
audience was aroused to great enthu
'iasm, which was manifested by 8
demand for an encore, anC
laundering "Three cheers for the
Red, White and Blue"
Comrade Texas Angel then read the
ORIGINAL POEM,
written for the occasion by f. O
a gentleman we'll known or
" God River:
The war cry thro' the land is stilled,
The cannon's sullen lips are dumb;
To-day throughout our land we hear
The solemn beat o mufiied drum
The flags hang dropping from the stan.
The streets are filled with grave-eyed men;
Long dormant memories spring to life
We live the dead past DER again.
We see thro' mists of falling tears
The wild. fierce strife Of armed bands;
We hear the clash Of hostile steel,
We feel the touch of vanished hands.
We part, Ms in the days of yore.
From loved ones long since in the grave:
We hear that mournful sound again
The clanking letters of the slave
We see the lines of Blue and Gray
Hassed for the fight, as in the past;
We hear the neighing of the steeds,
And waken to ourselves at last.
Instead Of strife, the lutte of peace
Breathes softly DER a grateful land;
Instead of arms the dainty flowers
Are strewn about on every hand
The Gray now mingles with the Blue
In that eternal sleep called death;
Their strife is DER, and in the end
We mourn them all with equal breath.
From far of lands we come to place
Sweet blossoms on the honored tombs,
And wonder vaguely will they see
Our offerings from their narrow rooms?
The empty sleeve Northman bears
Is matched by one from Southern lands;
The fair May blossoms they would strew
Find other eager, willing hands;
And as the one time warriors stand
With tear-dimmed eyes, to lend their aid,
Their very actions seem to say:
"This brotherhood hath all repaid -
To-day. throughout our broad, fair land,
Memorial flowers are plucked, and laid
With loving care upon the graves
OF those who from the ranks have strayed
Some sleep beneath the Southern sun,
While others rest on Northern hills;
Some fell mid battles awful gloom,
And others died Of prisons chills.
Some sleep in caves beneath the sea-
Their lullaby the mermaids song;
While Others lie in nameless graves,
All deaf alike to right or wrong
There let them sleep until the trump
OF Gabriel. sounding from on high.
Calls ELL to stand before the throne
OF him who governs earth and sky,
Their strife is Ger, their work complete,
And that for which they strove is done;
we who remain can but applaud
noble battle. grandly won.
"They builded better than they knew"
goodly structure.-our fair land.
We mourn the dead, but gladly see
Comrade Angel then read c. +. L
Holiness well-known poem entitled
you Put No Flowers On My Papa
Irave."
Comrade E. c. Brearley next deliv
red the following address:
MIR. PRESIDENT, LADIES AND GEN
'LEMEN, AND CoMEADEs:-I salut
,ou, and wish, before proceeding fur
her, to thank you for the honor con
erred upon me in inviting me to ad
|ress you OH this occasion.
see before me brave men, fair ant
'eautiful women and children, al
allied together by a common impulse
What is it? You feel it in your hearts
Every free people have one day the,
elebrate-the declaration of their in.
ependence. We have two. The
'ourth of July, when we commemor.
te the deeds of our forefathers and
heir sacrifices in giving us the divine
egacy of freedom; and this day, when
'e in solemn thankfulness meet to-
ether throughout the land to do HON.
ge to the memory of our brave com
AIDES who died to preserve that free
ON.
Flags are flying, bands are playing,
reat crowds are marching to do
onor to the dead ones in their lit.
DIV, lonely homes. We cannot honor
urs,-they have hono.ed us,-but
re can cover them with sweet flowers,
prinkled with diamond tear drops
ON mournful eyes and grateful
carts, as an evidence of our appre.
iation of their devotion to liberty and
ne old flag; and while we do this let
S not forget to drop a tear to the
,emory Of those mistaken ones, whose
rror caused heroes whose graves
o-day we decorate. There are griey-
ng ones sorrowing for them, and why
hould not sympathy be all through
for all?
1t is unnecessary for me to 20 into
he causes of the war in which o,r