The morning call., 1891-05-30
THE NATIONS HEROES.
Poems Suitable to the Day That
the Grand Army Reyeres.
MEMORIAL DAY.

PUBLIC.
NNUl1EWS of the battle! Hear it ringing
EAE7 Through the weikin as we march;
eENSH News of battiei news of victory
VEJ Swelling through the azure arch.
Tramping; tramp double legion
Through the eity's streets we go:
But OF one the tread is silent,
While our own is measured, slow.
See the ranks OF that Grand Army
Pressing us fuller grow
Flags are waving by our standards,
Rent and dyed with crimson stain,
Borne by unseen hands around US
Brought from many battle plain;
Waved aIoft by bleeding heroes
Leading freedoms fearless sons;
Storming breastwOrkS, snatehing victory
From the muzzles of the guns:
These have brought the news OF battle,
mastering now in pale array,
Marching close TO each battalion,
With each army post to-day,
AS once more the rolling seasons
Bring again Memorial day.
Army grand of our Republic!
Army OF the loyal North
Though yCur drums have beat TO quarters,
Memory's bugie calls you forth.
shadowy spirits of our comrades,
You who fell on battle plain,
Fell in hospital and prison:
Thrown in treneheS-nameless slaiE-
Soldiers though unknown to glory,
UncommiSSioned fallen there.
BY that battle charge breVeted
HOnorS epauleCS you weari
Ofieered by gallant leaders
At the columns head who fell
Shouting orders, all uHdaunted,
Bravely fghtipg-nobIy fell
Weil-remem bered fields of glory,
Comrades, where we fought as well,
With the last guns left you sleeping,
Left no sentry Dy your side:
Past your silent camp no picket
On his rounds again shall stride.
There the file detailed for burial
Meath the sod our comrades laid,
While IN roll of drums was muffled
The dull ringing OF the spade.
In those shallow trenches resting,
Shattered forms of soldiers lie,
But their spirits still are with us
Patriot heroes never die
Hark tramp, tramp, We know their footstepSl
Know OF Old this marching host;
Through the laud these spectral legionS
Meet at each Grand Army Post
SO we meet and march, companions,
On this new Memorial day;
Some still in our pristine VigOr.
Some are SCARED and manned and gray,
But the legions marching with US
Are the same as yesterday,
When they fell in battle iShttng
Loyal Blue against the Gray.
Mid the martial music sounding,
And the tread OF Uramping feet,
hank and lie, their voices mtngie
With the noises of t5e street;
" Greeting, comrades ~ give US greeting
Roll OF drum and floral wreath
Let our blo0d-bOHght flag wave DER US
See, tie sword is in its sheath
See, the battles smoke has faded
Scout and sentry, all withdrawn,
Where the sleeping ranks lie quiet,
There no drun-tap sounds at dawn:
Greeting, comrades, herr We greet you,
With quick step our Spi It's come,
And our hUucred chief IS with us,
Marching 10 your beaten drum;
He, the patient, marty T-leader
OF the nation, gauut and tall.
Hear his geatle accents speaking,
Malice toward none, Charity for ALL
Tramping tramp! were fling by you
SquaGs patOOns. drawn from the host
OF our forces, each department
Sends some soldier TO post.
Now the fragrant flowers are lying
Round about on solder-m0und,
And the ViewieSS hosts are passing
TO the Dead Marehs solemn sound.
Lighter grows the drum-eOrps' measure,
Finished now our task of Ioye;
Broken ranks, by squads and single,
Men and shadows backward move.
Once more meet we, double egions!
Here within these peaceful walls
Where no Dattie-trunpet summons
Warikc fite nor buge calls;
But with lOye.y woman near us.
And our colors on the wallS
Hark again pirit greeting
Floats above orchestral strains;
Comrades, war and strife are over,
But our Unions flag rewainSl
Underneath that flag together,
You and we. com paniOnS, stand;
Saved by us, that flag of freedom.
Long its stars shall light the land.
Watehwerds three We leave behiud us,
They shall keep our country free
Hold them as a sacred message
Brotherhood Love Fealty
Bear a love for our republic,
For our brothers. one and all;
Forward, for our couRtry'S honor!
Quickstcp, march, IL she shall call
Guard her. comrades, in ber peace time,
Fight her BATTLES. If she need.
Let our sons. the sons OF veterans,
Earn like us the PATRIOTS NEED.
Though whole troops of us are lying,
Soldiers missing from the roll,
Absent at the call of bugle.
See! our names are Oh the scroll,
Written with nations Likelihood
On our Unions H0Hor-rOl
Some are here who greet US kindly,
From the S0ath-lands far away;
Welcome is the tear-dIop failing,
Mingled tear for blue and gray
For the blue as well as gray.
Comrades they shall stand together,
Rank by rank and file by file,
When the seli-sSme trump shall summon
To the Seif-S3me camp eFewhile."
DINNER now the lights are burning
Sweeter. slower now each note;
Mid the dying strains Of music
Faint and far the voices float.
Sons of veterans veteran soldiers,
New recruits and boards OF gray,
In the distance echoing bugleS
Cali us from your Post away;
Call us 10 our own Divisions
Until next Memorial day ~
Farewell, friends and old compartment
thanks for this warm greeting here.
May the God whose might has led US
Grant we meet again next year
Now, dress ranks present arms, ComradeSl
Ladies'. we salute you now,
Noble sex who gave us heroes,
Faith and love TO You we vow.
Cheer the old flag wave forever
stars and stripes red, white and blue!
Blood-sfained, torn but never lowered,
Freedoms flag three cheers for you.
Nay so. 1891. JULIA CLINTON JONES