The National tribune., 1883-05-24
MEMORIAL DAY POETRY.
Memorial Day.
[By Kats BrOsOnIee shsrspoOd.I

BE- Kats Bros0niee Sherwood
The lowing cattle leave their stalls the lambs bleaa
The poplars don their tasseled caps with tips Of
FURNISHED gold;
The children in tie streets are glad and speed thu
As If no harm from fear or foe could ever On
them fall.
The hum of busy wheels is heard the click Of
loom and press;
The clearing resounds along the opening
The air is :iled with screaming birds tAat go frona
And Northern Spring in ali the wales is callingi
Rise. Awakel"
In reading how from Ghent to AK rode that brave
How one by one the Old Guard fell, pierced
through at Waterloo,
With England's Haunting flag of truce fun 1utter-
ing to their view.
She sees him take his fathers sword he wore a.
When wounded in his good right arm. among the
dead he lay;
She note. the hot blood flush his cheek the glitter
And says, Thank God. no duty calls my boy to
bleed or die!n
But hark, from out the South there come such
strange and sudden cries,
That every lad dlnss down his bat and stands with
The mills are hushed, the presses grosn the ham
And fear on all the anxious streets has settled like
apal-
To armsl to arms! to arms! it comes, as when
some mutteriug storm
Along the threatened vale sends first its sullen,
To arms. arms to arms. it swells, as when the
thunders crash
Among the swaying tree-tops where the lurid
hghtnings fash
" God keep my boy!'' the mother says and straps
hal Il
And sets the dropping cap of blue upon his golden
crown;
God keep my boy." and by his side she proudly
Nor fails nor faints till out of sight the volunteers
have gone.
Behold. mighty angel, sitting, sitting as he
The Nation it's he siftethl and behold beneath him
Heroic and women true, whose cOnseerated
Bring down the heights of victory ike links Of
golden stairs.
ing where they halt.
March on march on, the heath their bed, their
shelter heavens vault.
March oul while yet foe remains to lift up inn
piOus hand
And tear the flag of Freedom from one cabin In
the land
Now with the corps of pioneers, the troops road
Now leading on the skirmish line, the enemy in
view;
Now scaling up the mountains peak, the foot Of
The soldiers of the Union wage the battles blessed
of God
whiz. whiz, the flying minie-balls like Ieaden
rain sweep on;
Roar rar, the cannon thunders, and the air Ia
black night;
Borne upward with the pillows floats our hero's
soul from sight.
"C Come hither now, my Captain and tell and tell
Where is my boy, my good, brave boy, who
marched away with yt,iy lSsass Sb1ns
o speak that may find him, that upon his moth
ers breast
He may in all his agony one little moment rest.
1--WE brought him, see, some sinp1e things he
always liked at home,
to see me comet
Lead on, the moments hasten, and I must be with
my boy,
Dead, dead, your face makes answer. Christ 30
pitifuI!" Deploy
Ye soldiers, for the bsttle Martial, march IN all
But, behold spirit walketh close by every sol
And above the peans rising float the murnnurs Of
AS the moaning of the ocean browns the eIanaox
| of the surge
ye cannot by your marching give the mother
Give the maiden back her lover give the wife her
| dearest one;
Give the little children calling, " hen the evening
draws apace,
Papa, papa. Come home, papal" one mora
glimpse of his dead face.
But ys may rebuild she affairs the despoiIer has
And ye may restrain the sacrifice to idol aercs
And, as from CarmePs holy height, announce shs
Victoria Vlet9riaT Freedom shall rule the IandF
Now banners wave, and bugies blow, and woods
The house tops shrons with people, and the streets
| with joy run Eaad
And westward roll and uingie as tks Golden Gate
| replies
Bring out the gray-haired veterans OF Harrison
l and Clay
And let them swing their hats once more ON AHA
| eventfu day.
Bring out the Buena Vista Guards who stood BY
And let them with their gallant cheers the shouts
| of Freedom swehI
Bring out the lftte children clad In asecy robes Of
| white
To shout. with all their happy souls. their wild
And don't forget place for those whose mute lips
| make no slgG,-
| joys sable guests os sorrow, moving slowly tnso
| hnei
Time may III up all the burrows the cannon Dal4
have piOughed;
May set the lark a-singing where the bullets whis-
| tied loud!
| Time may the passion flower twins DER rude and
/ ragged grave.
The poppy's Haunting pennons rom the prtsoH
/ burrows wayei
| Time may set the sirens singing where the good,
| old ship sails true
But their voices wake echo In the bosonas Of ths
1 crew;
Our hearts but beat the truer for the terrors we
| have passed,
And the prophecies of ages live verify at last.
Bend son, o skies, above the graves our fallsn
| heroes filli
In far Potomac marshes the heights of Georgia
hill
Where the blue Virginia mountains in their lonely
| grandeur frOwn,
Where the tide OF Chiekamauga flows By fors-
| invested tovni
| Blow sof winds, around them with your
freighted sweets and balm,
| And the rythm of your numbers flowing into song
and psalm,
Say the Northern heart is keeping IN It's silsns
| deeps agiOw
All the sscred recOllsctions treasured IN the long
| Reol
Smile soft, flowers. bending low, Ike friends
| with saddened eyes.
Moist with the renembrsnces OF sanity sacri-
Rise, gracious N.Y. Multiply. rose, In regal