Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1888-06-08

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z-S~G sLlBi aAIEA Sleeping the years OF
their manhood away,
Years they had marked Tor the Joys OF
Years they must waste in the mOldering
An the bright laurels they waited to bloom,
Fell from their hopes when they fell to
Give them the need they have won in the
Give them the hOnOrs their future fore
Give them the ohapIets thoy won in the
Give them the laurels they lost with their
life.
CHORUS.
Cover them over, yes cover them over,
Parent husband, brother and lover:
Crownln your hearts those dead heroes
And cover them over with beautiful
flowers.
Cover the faces that motiOnIess lie.
Shut from the blue Of the motionless sky.
Faces once declced with smiles of the gay,
Faces now marked with the frOwn Of
Eyes that looked friendship and love to
your own,
Lips that the thoughts of affection made
BrOws you have sOOthed in the hour of
despair
Cheeks you have frightened by tender
cares;
Obi how they cleaned at the nations first
OH how they .streamed when they babe
you gOOd-byeI
OH how they owed in the battles fierce
fame
OH how they paled when the death angel
came
Chorus.
Cover their hands that are lying untried,
Crossed on the DO ON and low bY the side,
Hand to you, mother in infancy thrown,
Hands to you, father, clasped close to
Hands where you, sister, when tired, dis
mayed,
Hung for protection and counsel and aid.
Hands that you, bro TIERS in oyaIty knew,
Hands that you, wife, wrung in bitter
Bravely the musket and saber they bore,
Words Of affection they wrote in their
Grandly they graspod for the garland of
Catching the mantle of death-darkened
night
Chorus.
Cover their feet that all weary and torn,
Hither by comrades were tenderlv borne
Feet that have trOdden the oWery ways,
Close by your own in the o d happy days,
Feet tnat have pressed LIES opening
morn,
Roses OF pleasure and deaths poisoned
Swiftly ,oy rushed to the help of the
Firmly they stood in the shock of the
fight.
III
VIII they come GU Of their couch in the
ground.
Chorus.
Cover the hearts that have beaten so high,
Beaten with hopes that were doomed but
Hearts that have burned in the heat of
Hearts that have yearned for the homes
Hearts that beat high in the charges loud
Hearts that low fel. in the PRISONS foul
Once they were swelling with courage
and will
Now they are living pulse'ess and still.
Once they were glowing with friendship
Now their great souls have gone soaring
Braveiy their blood to the nation they
When in her bosom they found them q
Chorus.
Cover the thousands who sleep far away,
Sleep where their friends cannot find them
They who IN mountains and hillside and
Rest where they wearied, and lie where
Softly the grass blades creep round their
sweet.y above them the wild aOweret
Zephyrs of freedom " gently DER head,
Whispering prayers for the patriot dead
So in our minds We'll name them once
more,
So in our hearts Wen cover them DER,
ROs s and lilies and vio.ets blue
Bloom in our souls for the brave and the
true.
Chorus.
When the long years have rolled slowly
Fen to the dawn Of earth's funeral day.
When at the arch angels trumpet and
tread,
Rise up the faces and forms Of the dead.
When the great world its last judgment
When the blue sky shall swing open the
gates,
And our long columns march silently
through,
Past the great captain for final review
Then from the blood that has flowed for
the right
Crowns shall spring upward untarnished
ami bright.
Then the glad ears of each war.martyred
son
Proudly shall hear the glad tidings well
done
Blessings for garlands shall cover them
Parent and husband, and brother and
lover
God win reward those dead heroes of
And cover them over with beautiful
flowers.
Sandy Spillers' Story.
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