The Somerset reporter., 1892-05-26
For the Reporter.
Bring Flowers.


The hraNP. our brave ONES. NlCltfS
NOW should have their crowns yet moi OF
gold. Let earthly conquerors Wear earth
ly crowns of brightest gems but, a. eaei
wear We think of these saNiours of oul
land. shall they he only crowned above
aud not remembered here:
How shall onr grateful hearts tell al
their burden. how express the love and
pride in those mot With NJ for a it'll,
While" and i lh,re no speech or Ian
guagc know II alike in earth and heaven
The south wind suitly calls. To- myriad
starry blossoms ou hillside and in Val.
earth. gaze into farlhe>t heaven. Al
YES heavens language may he earth :
a. Will. and 80. brave >nldiers. our de-
parted. We tWinr ui flowers Your wreath
immortal. And do thesc fair frail, bios
SONS live hui to die. say rather they bul
live 10 bless. and. having blest they can
not really die. God bids them brightly
tell the old. sweet story. ever dear. how
some must die that more may live.
Nor warrior brave. nor sweetest saint,
had learned thu precious truth ri Sacri-
flee had not the Blessed One left heaven,
throne that SONS of men. the soils of tod
might be. The world 10 Him WAS re-
conriled Our little world. our country
dear. ~ near To ruin stood that wisdom,
treasure. >;of,s of gol could not avail
and nought bui brave Young liNeS could
the nations life preserve.
Our soldiers marching on To duty
knew not the night when they should
camp with death. still kept straight on,
How many found - ii rvcntilr that it
was light. SAW the palms of victory
and heard he songs of heaven : Welcome
home oh, twas not given To some Ia
close their eyes amid the stir and clash
of arms in glorious battle and nest IA
hear the harmonies al heaven. for >onr
in hospital. YEARLY passed. thu day in
pain. and prayed for strength to fight
again their coutry's battles. while in
their dreams they were nj home
and they aWoke to peace and
heaven. And there We're others. ~addei
yet, who asked for one poor crust and
yet were cruelty denied; whose pillow
even VA. the cold. damp stone. They
asked in vain OF man their liberty but
prayed "a tod and found the ''many
mansions" We're for them, the prison
house" exchanged for heavens diviuesi.
frcrsi an.
To day hrin" flowers. here i the grave
of one who lived we'll and nobly fought
but yet died unlovcd though not unloy-
ing. In battles Won he surely bore Il
part but he was not crowned by men and
in the years that followed he sought
not proud position. he only firmly march,
ed to duty a. his soldier wont had been.
vet asked iur love and only found it in
its own atmosphere. heaven. Too late
for earthly recognition but not too late
for our crown OF blossoms. 50. bring the
rich, quecnly roses, the flower of love.
and Ito not spare them. Cover the lowly
grave, how eloquent they are. some deep
glowing red and here are some like cups
of amber. Others are purest white. The
colors Tomorrow will have grown dim
but only that sweetest incense shall rise
to heaven and So become imper>fable.
Bring flowers only the sweet apple
blossoms for this soldier boys grave.
for in his weary tossings and deliri,im
in that far of hospital he babe them take
away the brilliant. southern flowers and
bring him some apple blossoms from the
old tree under which he had played and
where. even then, his mother was looking
through Il mist of tears at the beautiful
tree. wondering if she should again be
hold her boy. Sweet country blooms
telling of uuietncss and rest. the buds
pink but down in the heart of the open
ed flower. pure white.
Bring flowers. lilies fair and sweet.
It's lifting for this grave is not warriors
bold. and vet. amid the diving and the
dead while others fought this lovely wo-
man comforted the dying and wept be-
side the dead. She who was once SO frail
and always gentle never thought of fear
and all who saw her blessed her. naming
her u saint. Come mothers. We whose
sons had tainted had she not passed that
way, the cup of cordial had not helped
without this true saints blessing. Come,
bring lilies fair and stately and let the
young maidens see how strong. how
true and brave is gentle woman.
Now let the music cease save the low.
sobbing wind and yet not all our graves
are flower crowned. The day Is done.
the eventide is here, night but not dark
ness, for. far above, the stars shine out :.
lis only now that WE can say bring
flowers for one lonely. far of southern
grave and loving, aching hearts still
wonder where the angels will strew the
violets and forgetme-nots our love has
given. In boyhood this soldier had
learned the violcts language, and I'M
consciously. had felt the charm of kinship
for he was true and unassminy. Now
bright-eyed forget-me-nots.y you see we do
remember how brave our soldier was,
go tell him that he never was more dear
TO MS than now