Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1884-05-30

And blood OF Its own living freely shed,
Gtew Gtew strangely tender with its warrior dead
To hang IN qraggea i9r deeds OF might ana
The magic silver OF some gifted tongue
Chaplels OF praise above his body flung;
ARd words fell on the living, listening ear,
Inc dead might We'll awaken but to hear
Inc nags that he had captured. draped In gloom,
s1.t 6elore nun waved.heefound them at bis tomb;
sweet mowers, the freshest beauties OF q day,
MADE falr garden OF the hero's clay;
Gieat monuments wrote soemnly on high
his glory Ger the blue page OF the sky;
AND epitaphs beneath the sparkling name
Gave 10 the voiceless dead tongue OF fame.
w no fell with patriotic bravery, knew,
HunOle or proud, his deeds would have their due;
Mhoer With baSenesS threw his name away,
Knew that, when fall'n, he formed the vultures
Oh yes, the Romans loved their valiant dead,
The While their living were TO victory led!
Great, oralny ROme you knew the intense desire
~ UaI1 men ITO 10 i've when meaner men expire;
hheW now tney struggle, cen with latest breath,
10 make their names o'erbridge the gull OF death;
Ma.,', Mnsw the last rites to one dead hero paid
would sharpen many living warriors blade
Knew how your victory accustomed bands
W ere waved along by their dead comrades handsl
nn,e, 1ee not OF hke ours that Roman love could be:
1hey Old not love the living as do vel
And does Columbia love her dead?-
NO word OF praise or honor can be said,
no LANGUAGE has been given to our race,
NO monument has majesty or grace,
No music, filling with weird sweets the air,
NO maid or matrOn eloQueDtly fair,
NauSut lnat can Ieeilng TO expression wed,
May Say now well we love our soldier dead
II In those days when self was all above,
Men loved so well ere they were taught TO love,
What deep affection may be felt and seen
FROM neartS taught by the lOve-crowned NaZarene.
Inc narrow Tfber creeps through caesars Rome,
Inc broad Potomac laveS our cnleftatnS home;
Inc cascades OF the Grec1ans murmur S:tll,
niagara thunderS DER the Western hill.
so seems II, III this era OF heart-lore,
AS If our love transcribed all before
Ger this republlc-Ghnt Of Free Lands
Holding apart the oceans with strong hands
Has through these years in massive quiet flown
A Tide OF tender heart-love for its own.
Nnen swtrlfng floods rush through the meadows
fair,
ana turn them into valleys Of despair,
A nood or love sweeps DER the prosperous hills,
ana brings them aid to cure their sudden ills.
Mnen the red hre-king holds his crimson court,
ana ruins homes TO Safe his fsndiSh sport,
lnere speeds f1ame OF pity through the land.
WMcn opens wide the generous heart and hand.
Love lor the worthy living, our hearts guide;
Love Ior the worthy dead, his dark-veed bride.
Love for the living martyrs Of the land,
Ana gariandS for the dead, go hand in hand.
80, " nlIe We deck the brave ones that are gone,
our hearts for those who live beat truly on.
When man throws the treasures of his lie
lnIo the Lanu fierce, Self-Drtservlng strife,
Let him be sure, in the worlds battles grim,
when war Is DER, the Land will fight Tor him,
SO shall Gods blessing mingle with these flowers
And love OF dead and living both be ours!
me choir then sang the memorial day hymn
Written by Mr. &. A. White
Gen. Stew art l. Woodford, OF New York the ora
tor OF the day, was introduced