The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1891-06-01

lose again,
They passed away, the army of our
slain
q, leader tried and true,
What words may speak Of theeY
Last sacrifice divine,
Upon our country's shrine!
O, man that lowered above
Thy fellow-men, with heart the tend
crest,
And "whitest soul the Nation ever
knew !"
Brayest and knightliest
We lay our sorrow down
Before thee as IA crown;
We fold thee with our love
In silence! Where are words to speak
OF thee?
For us the budded laughter of the
May
Is beautiful today
Upon the land but never more for
them,
Our heroes gone, the rose upon its
stem
Unfolds, or the fair lilies shine to
bless
Their living eyes with pure lovelincss.
No song bird at the morn,
Greets them with gladness of day
new born.
No kiss Of child or wife
Warns their cold lips again to love
and life,
Breaking sweet slumbers with as
sweet release.
They may not awake again!
But from the precious soil,
Born of their toll,
Nursed with what crimson rain,
We pluck today the snow-white flower
of peace.
He does not die who in noble cause
Renders his life. Immortal as the
laws
By which God rules the Universe is
he.
Silence his name may hold,
His fame untold
In all the annals of Earth's great may
be-
But bounded by no span
OF years which rounds the common
lot of man.
Lo! he is one
Henceforward with the work which
he has done,
Whose need and measure is eternity
They are not lost to us; they still are
ours
They do but rest. Cover their graves
with flowers
Earth's fairest treasures, fashioned
with that skill
Which makes the daisy's disk a
miracle
No less than man. On monument
and urn
Let their rich fragrance burn
Like incense on an altar. Softly
spread
A royal mantle DER each unmarked
bed,
And, as a jeweled rain,
Drop their bright petals for the name
less dead,
And lonely, scattered wide
On plain, and mountain side,
Beneath the wave, and by the river
tide,
So let them rest
Upon their country's breast!
They have not died in vain
Through them she lives, with head
no longer bowed
Among the nations, but erect and
proud
Washed clean of wrong and shame
Her freedom never more an empty
name,
And all her scattered stars as one
again?
DIR. EMERsoN's ADDRESS.
Mr.. Eldredge, comrade, at the
conclusion of Mrs. Blinn's reading
Composed by Mrs. Ina d. Cool
broth, of Oakland, Cal. }, introduced
DR.. N. B. Emerson, who delivered
the following eloquent and patriotic
address -
Comrades of the Grand Army of
the Republic Fellow Citizens: Once
more in this corner of the world, I'M
der these tropic skies, devOves upon
us the grateful task, as the remotest
outpost of the Republics Grand
Army, to make this b@neticent sea-
son of the year by wreathing anew
these columns of remembrance with
garlands of natures choicest tokens ;
to deck these graves with such offer
ings of affection as are betitting the
sentiments and memories of the occa-
sion; to unite with whole nation in
doing honor not alone TO the great
leaders whose names are watchwOrd5
to us all, but above all to tittingly
celebrate that great multitude of he
role men whose graves, too often UNI
marked, bestrew a continent.
The crOwding memories and les.
sons of this day have inspired the
tongues of orators for quarter of a
century. But even so, the theme is
not outwOrn; the memories are not
faded time has no power to dim the
Iustre of worthy deeds bravely per-
formed The unnamed heroes from
Bulls Run to Appomattox need
no memorial shaft to blazon their
names aud honor TO fOrgetful world.
Fame is a wreath which eXhales like
the yapor on the mountains glory a
rainbow that spans the troubled sea
OF life for a moment; but honor out
lives renown aud endures as the heri-
tpge Of all time,
The hprnes of IhprmOnA lH are