The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1884-05-22
a FAyoRrTE MEMoKrAL soNa.


Numerous copies of the song which follows
have been forwarded TO THE TRIBUNE, accom-
panied in several cases with very touching
"reminiscences and comments. Mrs. J. w. Phe-
nix. Emmetsburg, Iowa deems them an appro-
pirate expressi on of the feelings Of many. Her
father died in the army.
Mrs Olive NJ Clifton, Chillicothe, Ill, writes
as follows:
send you song that first heard at the funeral
of a member of the 86th Illinois infantry, who
killed In his first battle and buried where he fell
His funeral was preached at home and that was
one of the songs that was sung. wish some one
would send the song entitled. Upon the Kansas
Line" My husband member of company
NJ. Ilth Illinois cavalry, and takes THE TRIBUNE.
like the experience column and all of the paper,
but hardly read the hardsflips of the soldiers
without crying.
UNDERNEATH THAT SOUTHERN TREx
When the ooys come home in triumph,
With the laureis they shall gAn
We shall go to give them welcome,
We shall look for you in vain;
We shall look for your returning.
Though we know IL cannot lie,
For your comrades left you sleeping
Underneath that Southern Tree.
Chorns.-Sleeping to awaken in this weary world
no more;
Sleeping for your true loved country
brother;
Sleeping for the flag you bore
You who were the first on duty
When to arms your leader cried;
You have left the ranks forever,
You have laid your aside;
From the awful scenes of battle
You set forever free,
When your comrades left you sleeping
Underneath that Southern Tree.
Ciorus.-sleepinS, &e
You have crossed the clouded river,
To the mansions of the bIest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary at rest;
Truly we could not recall you
Though cur tears fall fast and free,
When your comrades left you sleeping
Underneath that Southern Tree.
Chorus-sleeping, &c.
THE SILENT GRAND ARMY.
Now bring we sweet flowers bring lilies and roses
Bring evergreen wreaths and forget-me-nots
blue,
Bring parsies for thoughts of dearly loved COM
Bring laurels for heroes so loyal and true;
We scarcely can for our eyes dim with weep
ing,
each breast.
But we heap high the flowers the beautiful flowers.
Where the silent Grand Army is lying at rest.
We are reading the names on some family tomb
stone
Alas Of the number one green mound they
And under one name are these words simply
craven:
He went to the war" and "he never came
And far far away from all friends and all kindred
| Meath desolate mound with green grasses
o'ergrown,
He sceps-a plain headstone the lovely spot mark
With the mournful inscription, black iettered
Obi Silent Grand Army. though scattered SC
Tho distant and counted on earth with the
dead -
Your deeds still live and viii not be forgotten
While glorious banner shall float over head
Red as the blood you spilled TO defend it,
White as your faces when laid meath the sod,
/ Blue as the dome OF the heaven you entered,
When your soreiy tried spirits returned TO their
Goo
The years are fast flying, o! Silent Grand Army.
Not long the last who is living to-day
Will be Graded gently in Mother Earthis bosom
/ And the living Grand Army have all passed away
/ viii you meet US, old comrades, when tbs
The Angel of Death shall have carried us alIY
Ayel we'll join in the ranks, true comrades for
When we all answer "Hers" at the final "ron
| call"
-E. M. r.. Cascade. Iowa.
TENDER THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY
Ny husband served froni '62 TO IS In the 1851
Pennsylvania 9th CORPS and returned home safe
but had dear brother who went out the sam,
year and never returned He Syas starved to dealt
AZ Andersonyille, having been captured near th,
Weldon Railroad. Petersburg August 49, 1864
Hard indeed, ii seemed but am not the only ons
who has suffered How many poor souls lost al
| they had-hnsband and sons and brothers Hos
pitied every wife and mother who endured ant
suffered all those long. dark daysi-Mrs. III. K
| Brown, Baden Pa
Sometimes when read THE NATIONAL, TRIsus,
| can almost fancy we all met together again
to scrape lint and wind bandages the hospitals
| Those were sad times, never to be forgotten. How
used to find myself wondering for whom the,
would be used and would almost fancy that
could see the look Of suffering their pale faces
| We would put our names packages and sea
separately hoping some Of our friends would Sc
thsa and would know thst We were raindfui .