Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1885-06-02

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They died that Freedoms holy light
| Might grander blessings Weld !;
They died for Honor. Truth and Right
! On many desperate field.
o NAV our martyred brave receive
! Our love. and gratitude and praise,
/ As long as lips our love can breathe.
Or God Shall lengthen out our days.
But while we mourn the Nations dead
| And honOrs pay their mem'ry dear.
And gather round thier last low bed
| To drop affections silent tear,-
! O may we crown the Icing, too,
| With justice, gratitude and pride
For very fast the boys in blue
| Are passing to The other side.
| TO"God'S Country, loved Land of Light
| TO roll-call in Eternal Day,
| To triumph i'll Earth's farewell fight
| by angels summons called away.
The empty sleeve-the haggard form
Deaths silent seal of failing powers,
Prove how well they stood the storm
For this devoted land of ours.
o this Nation ne'er can do
Too much in honor of her slain,
Or love too we'll the boys in blue
Who 'mong the living still remain.
The Nation ne'er too we'll can pay
In pensions, gratitude or love
The men whose names, in Judgment Day
Will far OutShine the stars above.
And God forbid that we e'r forget
That other rare and radiant band,-
Jewels by Heavenly Father set
In the crown of this fair land.
The sainted mothers. sisters, wives,
The blooming maidenS fair,
Who gave the treasures of their lives
With blessings, tears and prayer.
Who sent their all to do and die,
From city, village, plain and town;
Invoked Gods blessing from on High,
While the tears fell holly down.
All through those years of blood and woe
What IL record proud they made;
Neither IN Bliss above or Earth below
Shall their grandeur ever fade.
Not more grand the Saints in Glory
Than these choice, heroic souls,
And they'll shine in song and story
Long as Times wide ocean rolls.
Their names, their deeds, their records
pure
Are stamped in light on Heavens Scroll
And long as earth and skies endure
Will glander grow from age to age.
o wife O mother-O sister true!
Heroic. patient, grand and brave
The Nations dead acre true to yOU
And to the land they died to save!
Some have their lone and silent tomb
In the far off Southern dell,
And fragrant flowers bud and bloom
Perennial where they fell.
Others are buried beside the sea.
And others on the distant plain
Where their lives went out in glory
Beneath the leaden rain.
Near Northern homes still others rest
In peaceful slumbers meath the sod
Where loV'd ones weep above their !
breast
And look in sorrow up to God.
Yes. everywhere these graves are lying. |
At home-;.broad-o fields of strife, !
But these heroes, grandly dying,
Gave the Nation back its life.
In many an unknown grave they sleep, |
Unmarked with cross Or Sculptured |
stone,
But angels there their watches keep
And God has claimed them for His |
own.
Honor and peace to our blessed dead.
And grateful love to those still living;
For them Nations prayers be said,
And blessings asked from Heaven.
To-day let the Nation humbly kneel
In reverence at its childreE'S tOmbS,
And deeply, greatly, truly feel
That loUe's the grandest flower that
blooms.
May the grateful Nation pledge anew
Never those holy rights to yield
For which the noble boys in blue
Went down on many a bloody field.
But make new vows that Peace and
Light
Shall rule from shore to shore,
And Justice, truth and holy Right -
Be written DER the \ Mons door.
That Wrong shall cover in her den,
lIhak hate shall die, and Kindness
reign, IL
Be the law of our whole domain.
A people just, and pure and Free.
Sweet Plenty smiling far and wide,
Ind the grand old flag Ger land and sea
For which the soldiers died.
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