Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1891-06-24

Aduo ana orOOp, and die; but the love often
kindled in the household-in the bosom of
both the giver and receiver of a little "Aover
1alr and fragrant" beams brightly after all
hope and joy has been blotted out of the HUI
man soul forever. The presentation of n
Doquet is often held more sacred by these
marked with divinity. than the triukliu0
trumpetry and that stuff which we call money.
The soul may be bought and sold: but love
is priceless and is only given.
';Oh the flowers.
They are not ours,
The fleeting flowers,
But lights Of God,
That through the sod,
Flasn upward from the world beneath
That region peopled wide with death.
And tell US In each suited hue.
mat life renewed ID passing through
Our world again 10 seek the skies,
Its native realm of paradise.
How brief their day,
They cannot stay,
The very earth,
DesI es their birth,
And spreads her ample bosom deem.
Some relic OF their stay to keep,
And each in benediction filings,
A virtue from its dainty wings,
But low! She treasures it in vain;
1t blooms and vanlshes again"
The last of our noble dead among our chief
tains was Sherman.
who has died for the veal,
Of world meath the heel,
OF too many a merciless Nero;
But while yet there is steel,
Every tyrant shall feel
That Coda vonuoouoo h,,&
He has written his name,
Inbright letters Of fame,
On the pathway to liberty's portal,
And the serfs who now shame
WIN soon crimson with flame
When they learn they have caused an Immor.
tai"
A Few more years and these decoration days
snail cease, with US. When the last of the he
roes VINO assisted with strength and muscle
and brain and nerve, to make this govern.
ment one and indivisible, shall have passed
away, thOn this day 30 sacred to us who wore
the blue, will be remembered no more except
In history There are those who begrudRe US
the pittful bounty doled cut to US by the gov
eminent, Tor which we barred our breasts, and
sned our blood to save; but be patient, We
grumDlers, and scribes and Pharisees and fault
nnderS. You don't appreciate all our sacri-
Noes, and sunerings, made for you; but toll
on, hate on, Grumble on for a few more years,
and should you be fortunate to survive the
last one, who, before the rebel bullets stood.
human wall-0 human wood will be laid
lowe In the grOund," aud then your small
souls, 90 small that they can, by platoons,
march and counter march on the point of a
cambria needle, and then be lost in the i'm
mensity of space, will have all the room Won
want in which to exercise your hate, for, in
the language of Albert Pike:
Life is 3 count of losses,
Every year,
For the weak bear heavier crosses,
Every year,
Lost springs with sobs replying.
Unto weary autumn's lying,
While those we love are dying
Every year.
The days have less Of gladness,
Every year,
The niRhts more weight OF sadness,
Every year,
Fair spring no longer charms us,
The wind and weather harm us,
The threats of death alarm us
Every year.
To the past go more dead faces,
Every year,
As the loved leave vacant places
Every year;
Everywhere the sad eyes meet us,
In the evenings dusk they greet us,
And to come to them entreat us,
Every year.
You are growing old they tell US,
Every year,
You are alone, they tell us
Every year,
You can win no new affection,
You have only recollection,
Deeper sorrow and detection
Every year.
The shores Of time are sitting,
Every year.
And We are seward drifting,
Every year,
Old places changing fret us,
The living, more forget US,
There are fewer 10 regret US,
Every year.
And its morning star climbs higher
Every year,
Earth's hold on us grows slighter,
And the heavy burdens tighter.
And the dawn immortal brighter
Every year"
DAVID NATION