Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1889-03-30
IN MEMORY OF THE LATE GEN.
PHIL. SHERIDAN.
Written for the TINES.

Written for the TINES.
Although much has been said and written
in praise Of the "Hero Of Winchester" and
beautifully expressed, too-notably, "Sheri-
memory Of the departed, and as a faint trib.
ute to the North, may not be read without
interest. The name and fame of Sheridan
as patriot, and skillful and beloved sol
dier leader, while they must ever gild the
pages Of history, must also be associated
with the grand and heroic in battle; with
that rare and signal genius Of supreme prov.
ess in the hour of critical danger, and with
an unassumed merit when all was done, and
when victory sat perched upon his banner.
The annals Of Time may well be challenged
to produce one greater in tact, and in the
ability to inspire enthusiasm in the ranks on
the battle field. AS long as personal free
dent in dignided manhood, as long as
"Union and Liberty shall be, rs they are,
The watchwords Of brave, prosperous and
happy people, the name and fame of
Sheridan can never be foigotlen. In the
construction of the brief poem, while the
writer has sought TO be faithful to history
ana to keep aglow the memory Of one of the
illus,rious dead, yet, in the interest of unity
and peace has he avoided The use Of any
harsh terms towards those who sleod on
ground opposed 10 the Union in that terrible
conflict.
Pale grew the nation with gloom and with sad
ness,
When the close by the flash, was spread;
Entwined into sorrow her joy and her gladness.
When told that the hero was dead.
When the brave die, it is then we see greatness,
In stronger. in brighter contrast
1t is then that joy is changed to sadness,
In view of their deeds III the past.
When the true fall, it is then that we mingle
The tear, with devotion sincere;
IT'S then that grief is unbidden is single,
For it's then we feel they are dear
1t is when the cold clay-dust is around them;
Shuts all that remaineth from view;
When the tie, when every fond link that bound
Is severed. and lost to US. too.
Yet. though links be broken, doth memory
In the stin living pulse, the mind,
Some gems of Observation-Disclosures unsha-
For time and the age. to bind:
Doth memory gather with her matchless fingers,
And drop in tnat temple. unwrought.
Some proud mementos, where lame ever ling
els,
As jewels. unfading, unbought.
No soldier of mark. who led columns, truly
Reused the fire in the troops, like Phil.
of of oil ha lu.f to N atnQ hi.d nQH n
And the last to mention his skill
No terrors for him had warts field duty.
His home was the flag meath its wave.
Though he fought to conquer, he cared not for
While praise to the soldier he gave.
Strong was his faith. in the Union abiding;
True the sword he welded with might;
Crowned with triumph was his dauntless field
riding,
For well he used arms in the fight.
Swift were his salies, the blows dealt in season.
On Il I'D for the bright starry Blue
While a bar, check to rebellion and treason,
They inspired faith in the true
We read of his valor, while the flag defending
Bravely with comrads limb and life
OF the flash and the clash, his triumph. the
ending.
And wondrous its he stood the strife.
He seemed like spirit. from the realm I'M
bounded,
Equipped with might not his own,
So well were the plans of the foe confounded,
And so brief the time 1t was done.
Like the mist on vail. meath the great orb
yielding,
That vanishing, leaves the field clear.
The dense mass Scattered, from his swift arm
Nor did they in haste reappear.
While we dream and we think of his fearless
daring.
With the brave in line against wrong
n . ha of Uor oil n rd-fo rin
Let all be true; may all be strong.
As we see in our reverie the steed and rider
On the scene of battle, in lead.
Dashing on the foe. and forcing gaps wider.
May We love the Union, in deed.
Dear to our hearts. while his name We will
cherish,
Are hi, deeds, their glory. his fame;
So dear to the nation they never can perish
Emblazoned on pages of fame
Though the tongue be mute. yet that voice
seems ringing,
So often heard amidst the bullets rain.
And echoing far, seems ever as bringing
New life TO the loyal again.
And bright be the fiowerlets that bloom,
Ger him who led grandly, all perils Drawing,
Mid perils dispensing their gloom.
May that Field Elysian" beyond the dark
river
That kingdom no havoc can rend
Be his, where the tumult OF war is heard never,
And whose emblem none need defend.
If in Heaven there is joy over sorrow
Much more must there be o er the just;
Much more may We cherish faith-not bor-
row
For him who sleeps meath the dust.
Great is a country. re,plendent in glory,
When her star OF freedom is bright;
Whose book Is replete with brave deeds--their
story
And whose triumph in might is right.
No North, no South. no line; may al, be blended
In unity-one Brotherhood
Time in his march doth heal; the breach hath
mended,
While float the "Stars" DER all for good.
Dayton. March "a, 1889. NJ.
Sitting on the Safety Valve.