The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1893-05-31
MDONALD'S MONUMENT

ID0NALDS MUNUMENT'
Continued from First Page.
his country. The past was his; Til
1rs. He Is realizing the future. Sol aceG
: the last rites of the holy Mother
hurch, he has crossed the great river,
I'd given the grand countersign in the
orld above. When the last reveilIe Is
FUNDED. may we also be there to answel
final roll CALL"
FUNERAL ODE.
The Amphiou Quartette rendered an
sher d1rge at the conclusion OF Mr..
cummings speech, and this was followed
= the reading Of an original poem by
rofessor John Keynton, a lifelong
of the departed congressman. Ii
as as follows:
Again the hand of Time.
With sweep sublime
Brings to our hearts The memories of old,
tn pictures dark and weird and manifold,
Of those stern days afar,
Echoing red-winged warl
But Peace, with finger on her lips,
Bids all to lie in dark eclipsei
And standing guard beside her graves,
While Freedom's banner proudly waves,
Whispers: These are my sacred dead,
To Fame, to Life immortal wedl
VIA matter Ii they wore the gray?
What matter il they wore the blues
Upon their equal mounds tod ay
The sweetest flowers of spring we strewI'
Back flow the years. with memories brigh1.
And to us stands, in joy revealed,
A boy with heart as free and light
As are the daisies of the field
With eyes that catch the dewy CLEAN
OF roseate dawn, and heart as tt 10
As is the starlight's silvery Beam
That glitters DER the evening devil
Here in the land, oh Freedom fairl
Nurtured by thee with tender care,
He learned from out thy. mother heart
Here among men to do his parti
A poor boy. step by step he fought
His way and Life's pure purpose wrought
With resoluteness, uudislnayed,
Only OF evils path afraid.
Thine was the field, Columbia grand,
Where Progress teens on every hand,
With eagle wings that soar on high
In Liberty's unclouded sky!
Thine was the land that gave to him
OF earnest soul that nanght could dim,
The possibilities sublime
To conquer DER the ills of Time:
To show that all true hearts can rise
To noble stations mid the wise.
TIL great. the good, and purpose give
To all aspiring youth that livei
Within thy halls behold him now
Him OF the brave and manly brow
Him of the honest heart and haud
To do his part in freedoms Land!
No thought save for the peoples veal,
No selfish mission to reveal;
Trustful to friends, and, in these days,
Amid ~corruption's devious ways.
Ever the same staunch loyal knight,
Still fighting for the true, the right!
Heed We the lesson left behind,
And let its glorious memories bind
the hearts that knew him closer still.
To do good, neat. yon heavenly will!
Not dead! he liveth in hearts that beat,
And keep his memory ever sweet
Not dead though now unveiled we see
This stone with the memory
OF him who early left his sphere,
Honored, beloved and cherished herel
Not dead! it needed not this stone
To call him back to US alonel
Not dead! his spirit fingers yet
Untouched by sadness or regret,
A living, breathing entity
Within our minds and hearts to be
Throughout Gods broad eternity!
A grand exemplar of the Man
For future years to proudly scan,
For all the kindly deeds he wrought,
For life's pure lesson that he taught
We follow him from boYhood's hour, Q
Still toiling on with eruesE power.
Till, step by step, he carves his way
And stands within the glare of day
A true exemplar of the race
OF Freemen, born to stations grace
Through their ~updaunted, stalwart will
That poverty could never KILT
His destiney, self chiseled out,
With heart and purpose, honest. true.
Lives IN this land for evermore
To beacon us beneath yon blue,
To nobler deeds Of simple good.
To grander acts of brotherhood
Comrades in war, that knew him well,
Little it needs tor me to tell
OF him whose march is ever DER.
L Who's f,a, an M - r ya,,f1 -
By camp-fires you have seen his face,
And marked him in the foremost piace
Where duty led.
A comrade still.
Tho called by yonder Captains will!
In that grand bivuoc on high.
He waits you, in the bye and bye!
Oh, comrades of the mighty dead,
What lesson do they ali beQueath,
While on their mounds to-day is spreae
With reverence the votive WREATH
Like shadows, one by one departs,
Not many of you now remain;
Yet We are dear unto our hearts
For all the battles storm aud painl
While here We garland all our dead.
A nation thanks with all its praise
The living comrades vino o'erspread
These mounds mid the silent waysl
The spirits of the mighty dead,
Look, star-like, from your dome above,
While DIVERS we strew,
Red, white aud blue,
To honor those We guard with Lowell
Behold we then this yotive stonei
But shall he live through this alonee
Mol Whispers every heart that knew
The honest man, the friend still true!
No! shout the people who have heard
In legislative halls his world
No! breathe the mountains, hills and wales,
Swept by Columbia's free-borD galesi
Not willis one soul shall live and strive
In this worlds busy thronging bivel
Long as yon stone shall last will fame
Speak kindly our McDouald's namei
CLOSING EXERCISES.
Fielder, VINO originated
10 movement to erect the monument, nc
10 conclusion Of the poem made a few