Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-06-06


and enjoy the air Of frcedem Of liberty no more
to be torn from the ones they loved. sold at
auction, classed with Ia; dumb sOuless brntcs:
whipped by mercless master aud hunted
down by blood hounds thir-,ing FOR their very
blood
The martyred Lincoln. oh let him rest.
His soul Is like he star OF day.
Lighting the world and filling the West
with hopes aud promise 81 better day
tbs Lincolns LAID. liz Lincolns home
We live in peace, but not alone;
From lake 10 guff from sea TO sen
The praises of Lincoln shall ever be-
The past iises up before ~ like dream,
we stand a nnion q forty Two states. growing in
wealth, growing in strength. growing in honor
and respect of the whole world when once the
poorest province OF all Europe would scarcely
recognize ne as an independent power, let alone.
paying us the homage Of being called nation
among The powers Of the eauh. We stand a. il
were upon high hin visable All nations 81 the
globe, attracting their attention, their wonder.
their amazement But it has taken loyal men,
brave hearts, aud prccions blood 10 keep our
starry flag, that waved above immortal Washing
ton at YorKtown, inyincible jackson al New
Orleans. That waved above Billy sherman on
his heroic march to the sea Meade at Gettys
bnrg, and General Grant, the God OF War. at
Nicksburg, al Richmond, al ABpomatox. when
this country produces sssasins and tratorous
men. like John wlks Booth. Eharbs Guiteau,
Benedict Arnold, Aaron Burr and jefferson
Davis TO tear her down. Comrades, hear me.
that dear old flag speaks words OF Joy ana words
OF grief. tongue more eloquent and more sub.
lime, never gave utterance il is the sweet silent
music OF heaven. All the beauty OF eloquence
and all the pathos Of poetry, from the spred
church to the Legislative hall, through all time.
Is but one star to the Vulnerable in heaven
Those stars Of light, and bars Of red and white,
is not the canvass upon which they are set, but
they are the history OF the progress OF the world,
Of liberty, OF freedom, o. christianity OF God
himself May she ever wave in unsulied glory
above the homes of the free, above the land OF
the brave and may the youth OF to-day as well
the veterans Of quarter OF century honor il,
protecit, love IT, for il is their hope It is their
home. Comrades, most Of you have shelter,
raiment, and food. but there are some who fare
little better than in the year Of sixty-three. I
would not only decorate the graves Of the dead
heroes, but ] would gladly pension the living,
for the debt We owe them we can never pay.
The following poem was composed
for the occasion and read bv Mrs.
Thomas Davies
NOT DEAD-sLEEPISG
They are not dead There Is no DEATH,
Life does not end with this Meeting breath:
Those boys in blue. with hearts SO true
Did well the work they had to do.
And many a boy in each loyal nome
Will reyerenty tell, in days to come,
oftheir work wen dones OF their race well run;
or the fight they 30 bravely fought aud won.
Can we who knew them ever forget
Our Army Boys when last we metz
They looked so bright. 50 willing TO fight;
Yes. and die for their country, for God and the
right.
While most OF them hoped as they marched away
They would surely return some happier day.
Soon the storm would be past, the strife could
not last.
Though the sky was with war clouds so overcast
One gaiy said, You II see, you'll see,
There, il be no war, there cannot be;
There is not hand in this great broad land
That could strike down our flag you under
stand"
But the war cloud burst, and fierce and long
Ragged the deadly fued for the foe was strong
And our awful fears. our sorrows our tears
Oh. we cannot forget them in all these years
How often We questioned, why, oh, why,
Are the young and the loved thus doomed 10 die
Can it be right, this murderous fight:
And the outlook grew dark as the blacklist night
We seemed to hear again and again
just one dread cali more mep more men
And stillthey came, with hearts ahame.
Fer they fought FOR a purpose, not merely
name.
BIT they won both; each loyal heart
Who hravey and honestly bore his part
Who fought, who died. on freedoms side
o-day is our own and our co untrys pride.
Say not they are dead their records on high
Scared. crippled, or killed. they can never die,
Else why dove lay this tribute to-day
ON each soldiers grave the flowers OF May
God giyeth his beloved sleep;
Angels over them bright yigils keep;
They have done their best, and now they rest
Like sleeping child on its mothers breast
II is not our Heavenly Fathers will
That any should perish;'' they're to live still
When the stars grow old and the sun grow cold
And the leaves OF the judgment books unfold.
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