The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1884-08-14
upon the graves Of all, Tho poet In
sweetest Inspiration says,
"Under the sod and The dew
waiting the Judgment day
Under the roses the blue

upon the graves oI hll, lho poet IN
sweetest inspiration says,
| "Inder the sod and the dow
waiting the Judgment day
Under the roses the blue
| Under the lilllcH IN" gray
His words and his sentiments are OK
quisiloly beautiful, but that not even
= distinction bo made In the simple
matter of flowers to decorate the silent
places Of the sacred dead, let's plant u
rose and lilly nj each and every hallowed
mound, and drop tear for each and all
oi them. We are ono people, possessing
the only land really worth living In or
dying for, with one flag and one destiny.
Gus ensign OF the Republic, all can
stand. Around its clustering folds thou
| sand cherished memories cling. Naught
upon its strips and stars, but the blood
of yalorous patriots and noble martyrs,
and the man who would attempt 10 array
zone section of this Union against
another section IL neither Statesman
nor patriot" The great God Of ma
| ture drew no sectional lines across the
land occupied by the fifty five millions
of happy, prosperous people that live In
peace and plenty upon our wide domain.
Soc 10 IL then that no selfish and mer-
cenary politician now attempts TO have
them drawn. As "a nation we are the
pride and hope of the civilized world.
With "Live and Let Live" as our motto,
let us move onward and upward in our
grand march of progress, civilization
and tho right. Hoping that all your
subsequent reuI ions may be at least
equally as successful, pleasant, and
every way itisfactory AS have been those
you have already held, and that ! and
my noble companions who so herOcally
bore aloft 'rho Banner of;he Free" may
he then present and purtake of your
generosity and rejoice in your merry
making. | thank you most heartily for
your kind and consideratc attention.
col. JOHN &. M'CoY,
an old pioneer and settler, made very
interesting add to the old settlers,
and wound up by referring in II most
happy manner to the cY-Conicdcratc
soldiers. He said that he had been
called upon to ill the vOiu occasioned
by the absence of Hon. J. w. Throck
morton, who was down for u speech, but
who was absent. After paving tribute
to the pioneers and tho Confederate dead
he read the following poem entitled
orR PIONEERS,
Written by Mrs. Mary Hunt Odom, OF
Nichsburg, Mississippi, authoress Of "Lc
Clare" whose first husband was II. NJ.
Caleb, once editor of the Da las Herald:
We lift to-day with rcvcrand hand
The curtains of the storcd past,
And look upon the varied hues--
The shifting lights of n. mory east,
Back through the shade "t Hfty years,
Before this busy city's birth
When grand prmevsl forests rose,
In stately pride above the earth.
When men, with firm, undauntcd hearts
Did battle with the savage foe,
And countless echoes answered to
| The woodmans axe OF long ngo,
The spot on which we stand to-day
Wa. once the growing panther. lair;
| Whoae savage cry rang iicrcely out
Upon the midIight's darEencd air.
Then toll and hardship rognod supr.ms,
And danger lurked in every glade,
The golden sunshine shut away
In miles of one unbrok"n shade,
No marble palaces were seen,
No costly shrine of gilded ease
The weary pioneers found rest
Upon the earth, beneath the trees.
And while the tender ties @. home
We're strong and sweet ,hin his life
II own right arm must ri ely build
4 shelter for his loyal wife;
His trusty rifle then must win
Food for the ir children ny by day,
The while his watchlul courage kept
Wild beast and savage both at bay.
To-day, in stately pride and power,
a lovely, quecnly city stands
gpon the rude foundation laid
SO long ago by honest hands.
The iron horse, with Sieaming breath,
Comes painting, far alongtho plain,
Electric words like living thoughts,
Are flashed across from main to main.
The car OF progress, speeding on
Has laid the forest mOnarchs low;
Has swept into oblivion shade
The rustic homes of long ago.
But every shining, lofty dome
That lifts Itself in grandeur here,
Pays tribute to the courage OF
The brave and duuntless pioneer.
And to the gray-halrcd rev ererG few
That time has touched, but kindly spared,
We give the honor that is due
For all the pcrils they have dared;
We follow proudly whore they lead
Along the path whore honor lic.,
Alike beneath the forest shade
or under cleaning city skies.
The Colonel also read 4 poem written
by Mrs. Odom, "StOnGwall Jackson
which was heartily che-fed.
The following roem, recited by Miss
,.,,II,.,,i n,,j lp,Ii.i.od a,,,Iorco nc G;d
,Ian hor rnr,t1tiou of lfnthnr Ryon,s
nopu. ..The PRAYER of the SOUTH
HANbAHA FEiE'hEk'
up from the he"do"s' flrh win cofn'
Gear III tho cool september morn,
The clustered spires o! frecericN stand
Green walled by the mis- "t Maryland
Around about the orcharda sweep
Apple ana reach tree irulted deep'
faif as the Saraeh o! the l'ra