Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1884-05-30
THE HEROIC DEAD.

THE HEROIC DEAD.
The muffied drums sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few;
On Fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
No rumor of the foes advance
Now swells upon the wind.
No troub, ed thought at midnig ht hsunfs
OF loved ones left behind:
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warri >rs dream alarins,
Nor braying horn nor screaming hfe
At dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords are red with rust.
Their rlumed heads are bowed.
Their naughty banner trsiled IN dust
Is now their martial shroud;
And plenteous funeral tears have wash'd
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms by battle gashed
Are free from anguish now.
The neighing troop. the flashing blade,
The bagle's stirring blast,
The charge. the dreadful cxnnonads,
The din ard shout are past;
Nor Wars wild note nor Glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the tght.
Like the fierce northern hurricane
That sweeps the broad plateau,
flushed with triumph vet to gain.
Came down the serried foe;
Oar heroes felt the shock and left
To meet them on the plain,
And long the pitying sky hath wept
Above the gallant slain.
Sons Of the dark and bloody ground"
Ye must not slumber here,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the needless air;
Your own proud lands heroic soil
Shall be your filter grave
She claims from War his richest spoil,
The ashes of her brave.
30 meath their parents turf they rest,
Far from the CORY field,
Borne to Spartan mothers breast
On many bloody shield
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The hero's sepulchre.
Rest on, embalmsd and sainted dead,
Dear as the blood We gave,
No impious footsteps here shall tread
The heritage of your grave;
Nor shall your Glory be forgot
While Fare her record keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.
Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many vanished aye hath flown,
The story how We fell.
Nor wreck nor change nor Winters blight,
Nor Times remorseless doom,
Can dim one ray of holy light
That glids your glorious tomb.
A recitation followed-"Who Saw,
he Left in Front of Murfreesboro
" P. NJ. Bruner;
And the HALEY Brass Band ga
he closing air.
George M. Parsons, Officer of t
Jay, row assumed charge, and order,
he procession to form in the folowir
rider:
Head of Column-The HALEY Bra
Band.
The Detail from Garfield Post,
\. r., Bellevue.
Alturas Post, G. A. R., of Halle
The Society Of Pacific Coast Pi
leers.
The School children.
Ladies and citizens in carriages.
Citizens on horseback.
In this order-every person in t
inc carrying bouquet the colun
marched down Main street to t
cemetery, where all the graves we
mpartially decorated, and a detail "
ent over to the new cemetery, he
he ''Y, to decorate the grave Of Ca
ain Davis.
At the cemetery Rev. Mr.. Osbo
opened the exercises with prayer.
Comrade kingsbury then read w
Cartoons Poem-"Cover The
OVER"
And the detail from Garfield p,
ired the salute.
The column then formed ranks, a
eturned to Main and Bullion stree
where it disbanded.
THE EX-SOLDIERS IN LINE.
Following are the names of
ex soldiers in line, together with