The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1885-08-14

A>sAASA 0uO C300O0H 0eeD tone
Thundered aud echoed from zone unto zone.
While the battles red flame WIS filling the cir;
The sore distressed nation cried In despair
Oh !God. ever merciiul help US, to rave
Our dearly loved land from oblivion's grave!
Give US leader with wisdom inspired!
Give us a chiefttan whose brave heart IL Bred
To strike tor the right till the battle Is won
WE ASK In the name Of thy dearly loved son.
This was the cry that went up to the throne,
Mid anguish aud death and heart rending moan,
And the merciful Master reigning there
Gave GRANT for our chteftian, In answer TO prayer
Not royal OF birth. nor great Of renown,
Nor OF line descended from kingly crown,
But one. whose equal, bring forth ifye can!
He was PATRIOT, SOLDIER, HERO, MAN!
He marrhnlled our hosts in battle array,
Leading the van In the deadly affray;
Al Donaldson, Shiloh, Vicksburg were won
Victories, than which greater under the sun.
Never were known and never will be
In the lands Of the east or the land Of the free.
In hundreds Of battles lie proved his great might
By taking the field and winning the fight
The world renowned warriors Of Rome and Of
Greece,
Shall long be forgot, and memory cease,
10 call up to mind the deeds they have done;
Yet still, tho bright fame our hero has won,
more brilliant gem, it, luster will shed
Than brightjewelled crown on proud kingiy head.
OF the first Of al nations, he leads the van
Thrice honored MFRo, erArEsxAN, SOLDIER and
NAN!
1t needs not the fame Of Richmond's great fields,
1t needs not the glory that victory yields,
| To endear tolour hearts the ono We 90 love.
Nor to open the bright pearly gates that above
Are standing ajar," for his enterancs there,
To the presence of Him who answered our prayer.
For the angel that guards that portal Of gold,
Looking within the Great Book, will behold.
In letters of light, his name written there,
'Gainst record 30 beautiful, grand aud 20 fair
That he'll fling wide the gate to the heavenly land
And give him place at the Fathers's right hand,
To-day our loved comrade, the grand and the
rave,
The hero of heroes, IL borne to the grave,
And the nation in tears bends lovingly DER
The tomb whence his soul from mortality'e el,ore
Has taken ito flight to the land Of the blest
Relieved from carth's cares, to eternally rest
With the martyrs and heroes whose names ere
remain,
Insep'rabls links in memoirs chain.
Comrades, remember the great work he has done!
Comrades, remember his great victories won!
Comrades. remember the battles he fought!
Comrades, remember the examples he taught!
Comrades, remember tc wait his dear name
To the throne from whence his pure spirit came,
In reverent prayer to the ear Of our God,
That, when, through the valley Of death he has
trod,
He may enter and sit at the Fathers right hand,
Close to the throne in the heavenly land.
Now let our prayers from the grave of eur dead,
Ascend to the throne of the great Fountain.head
That the widow, bereft Of earth's dearest tie,
May patiently wait Ills call from on high
oh! God of the tender, shelter her still,
From sorrows Of earth-irom life's ev'ry i'll!
soothe her rad heart, till thou callst her above,
by the strength Of thy word, the balm of thy
love!"
Remember them all-hi. children, We pray.
Ana neal their bleeding hearts to-day;
Inc daughter and sons-those he held dear,
soothe every pang and dry every tear.
Enough he yielded to death, mcrciless and grim,
Fear ye not, dear friends he will yet conquer him.
He Will burst the dark tomb and rise from the
grave,
He lives in our hearts, GRAND, ETERNAL AND
While the bells Of the nation toll the death knell.
And the emblems of mourning the sad story tell
VI the victim just vanquished by the angel Of
death,
Let arise from our lips, with each coming breath,
And ascend to the ear Of the ruler Of all,
Our prayers that whenerc the great trumpets Last
call
Shall fill the wide earth with its terrible sound.
And coll up the dead from the quivering GROUND,
The Thousands on thousands of heroe.. vim c,v.
Their blood and their lives the nation to save,
As they rise from their tombs may hear the glad
call
Enter in brave heroes! sc great and ye small,
And stand In the line. at the Saviours right hand,
FOR tic deeds you have done In saving your land!
les, God bless our heroes; God bless them all!
The living and dead. the great and the small.
Their names are enahrined. In our nations great
heart
There to remain and ne'er 70 depart.
And when the great angel his records shall bring
VI their deeds In the flesh, before the great king
When, at the last muster, in line they shall stand,
Before the Commander. eternel and grand,
Ulysses 8. Grant will stand at the head
The greatest while living, the granlest of dead.
For, search the eartls records down Tie long area
And call from the tomb her heroes and sages,
No name shines as brightly, on the great page,
Be he hero or statesman, martyr or sage.