The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1888-05-31
MEMORIAL DAY.
COVER THEM OVER.

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their manhood away.
Yeas they had marked for the joys of
the brave
Years they must waste in the moldering
All the bright laurels they waited to bloom,
Fell from their hopes when they foil to
tho tomb,
Give them the need they have won in the
Give them the honors their future FORE
Give them the chaplets they won in the
strife,
Give them the laurels they lost with their
life.
CHORUS.
Cover them over, yes cover them over,
Parent, husband, brother and lover:
Crownin your hearts those dead heroes
And cover them over with beautiful
flowers.
Cover the faces that motionless lie.
Shut from the blue of the moton:ess sky.
Faces once decked with smiles of tho gay,
Faces now marked with the frown Of
Eyes that looked friendship and love to
your own,
Lips that the thoughts of affection made
Cheeks you have frightened by tender
Oh! how they cleaned at the nation. first
cry,
Oh! how they streamed when they babe
you good-bye!
Oh! how they owed in the battles fierce
Oh! how they paled when the death angel
Chorus.
Cover their hands that are living untrfed.
Crossed on the DO ,om and low by the side.
Hand to you, mother, in infancy thrown,
your own:
Hands, where you, sister, when tired, dis
Hung for protection and counsel and aid.
hands that ou,brothers, in loyalty knew,
Hands that you, wife, wrung in bitter
Bravely the musket and saber they BORE
Words of affection they wrote in their
er"nd 1iyh they sr"sped for the garland of
Catching the mantle Of death -darkened
night.
Chorus.
Cover their feet that all weary and torn,
Hlther by comrades were tenderlv borne,
Feet that have trodden the :'owery WAYS,
Close by your own in the cd happy DAYS,
Feet that have pressed life's openin
Roses of pleasure and deaths poisoned
Swiftly they rushed to the help of the
right,
Firmly they stood in the shock of the
Meier till the bugle of Gabriel sound,
Will they come out 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 fell in the PRISONS foul
Once they we're swelling with courage
and will,
Now they are lying a pulseless and still.
Once they were glowing with friendship
and love-
Now their great souls have gone soaring
Bravely their blood to the nation they
gave,
When in her bosom they found them q
grave.
Chorus.
Cover the thousands who sleep far away,
Sleep where their friends cannot find them
to day;
They who in mountains and hillside and
dell,
Rest where they wearied, and lie where
Softly tho grass blades creep round their
sweety above them the wild noweret
Zephyrs Of freedom fly gently DER head,
Whispering prayers for the patriot dead,
SO in our minds We'll name them once
SO in our hearts we'll cover them DER.
Roses and lilies and violets 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
awaits,
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
and bright
Then the glad ears of each war. martyred
Proudly shall hear the glad tidings "well
DONE"
Blessings for garlands shall cover them
over,
Parent and husband, and brother and
lover.
God will reward those dead heroes of
ours,
And cover them over with beautiful
flowers.