New-York tribune., 1885-08-09

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,id: IL depends almost entirely on tho 0oyernmons-
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Copyrighted 1885,
All. who shall sound the hero's funeral march
And what shall be the music OF his dirgei
No single voice may chant the Nations gref
No formal strain shall give its Woo relief
The pentup anguish of the loyal wife,
The sobs of those who, nearest In this No.
Still hold bm closely In the life bcyond-
These drst with throuody OF memories fond.
But look! Forth press myriad mournors throngng'
With hearts that throb in sorrows exaltaton,
Moved by q strange, impassIoned. hopeless longing
To serve him with their loves last ministraton.
Make way! Make way, from wave bound verge TO
verge
OF all our land, that this great multitude
With lamentation proud albeit subdned.
Deep murmuring like the oceans mighty surge.
May pass beneath the heavens triumphal arch!
III.
What Is the SOUND We hear
Never the fall Of q tear;-
For grief reprcssed
In every bresst
More houors the man we revere.
Rising from East and West,
There echoes afar or near
From the cool. sad North and the burning South
A sound long since gro wn dear.
When brave ranks faced the cannOn's mou tn
And died for faith austere;-
Tho tread OF marching men.
steady tramp OF feet
That never finched nor faltered whom
The drums Of duty beat.
With SABLE hats whose shade
Falls from the cord Of gold
On every time-worn face;
With tattcrcd flags, in black enrolled,
Beneath whose folds they warred Of oldt
Forward. firmly arrayed.
With q sombre, martial grace
so the Grand Army moves
Commanded by the dead,
Following him whose name II loves,
Whose voice In life Its footsteps led.
III.
Those that In the combat pcrishcd-
Hostile shapes and forms OF friends
Those We hated, those we cherished,
Meet the pageant whore 1t ends.
Flash OF steel and tears forgiving
Blend In splendor. Hark, the kncllt
Comrades ghostiy join the living
Dreaming. chanting: AN is we'll"
They receive the General sleeping,
Him OF spirit pure and large:
Him they draw into their keeping
Eyermore, In faithful charge
".
Pass on, o steps, with your dead sad notei
For peoples homage Is In the sound;
And the even tread. In measured rote.
As a leader Is laid beneath the ground.
Rumors the hum Of pilgrim train
That shall trampe the earth rs tramplcs the inin,
Seeking the door Of the heros tomb,
Seeking him where he lies low In the GLOOM
Paying him tribute OF saint and mage,
From age TO sgci
Tall pinc-tree on McGregor's height.
How didst thou grow to such lofty bearing,
For song of bird or beat OF breezs uncaring.
There where thy shadow touched tho dying brows
Were all thy sinewy nbres shaped Alright !
Was there no naw With what mysterious daring
Did-t thou put forth each murmurng. odorous bough,
And trust It to the frail support OF air !
We only know that thou art now supreme;
We know not how thou grcwest so tall and fair.
go from the unnoticcd, humble earth arose
Tho stur,iy man whom We, bewailing, deem
Worthy tie wondrous name flames far voice blowa
And loi his ancient foes
Riss up TO praise the plan
OF modest grandeur, loyal trust,
And generous power from man to man.
That lifted him above the formless dust.
o heart by kIndness betrayed,
o noble spirit SHARED aud strayed-
Unmatched. upright thou standest still
As that Irin pine tree rooted on the hill!
VI
No paragon was he.
But moulded Ia tho rough
With every fault and scar
Ingralned, and plain for all to see;
Even as the rocks and mountains arc
Common perhaps. yet wrought OF such true stun
That common nature In his essence grew
To something which till then IL never knew;
Ay, common vast. refreshing wind
That sweeps the continent, or as some star
Which, mid a million. shines out well-defned'
With honest soul Oh duty beut,
A servant soldier. President;
Meekest when crowned with victory,
And greatest In adyersityl
VII
A silent man whom, strangely, fate
Made doubly silent ere he died.
His speechless spirit rules us still;
And that deep u ell OF influence muto'
The majesty OF dauntless VIII
That Welded hosts aud say ed the State,
Seems through the mist our spirits yet to thrill.
His heart Is with u.s. From the root
or toll and pain and brave endurance
Has sprung at last the perfect fruit,
The treasure OF u rich assurance
That men who nobly work and live
A greater gift than lie may give;
Yielding promise for all time,
Which other men OF newer date
Surely re deem n deeds sublime.
Forerinncr OF q valiant race.
His yolceless spirit still reminds US
OF ever. waiting. silent duty:
The bond OF faith wherewith he binds rs
Shall hold us ready hour by hour
To serve the sacred. guiding power
Whence or 1t calls, where'er II hnds us.
with loyalty that, like folded flower.
Blooms at touch in proud full-circled beauty.
As tho waves OF river Wild with rain,