St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-05-27
Benny HAvENs. OH

Pour forth full Hbation now -Ja5
TO Farragut the brave y.s,-c =
The idol Of the Navy and :, ,.s..,..-
The ruler of the wave;
He's gone aloft, lashed in hist l-3 u
Where soon we all must o,ip
He's waiting there to welcome us
l.. With Benny Ravens, Obi
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With Benny Ravens, Oh l.l04nIfon 5i7
With Benny Ravens, Oh lie ir:,ca.,
He's waiting there to welcome rs
With Benny Ravens, Oh! dsa7 ass
Beneath his daisy shelter tent, nieno
In calm repose Meade lies, 59n14:s!
The stars he wore SO brilliantly ,l9oa
Are transferred to the skies, 80
Where in the Army of the Blast -
Forevermore they glow fsiiE'J foed
Upon a private in the ranks :. aitjii
With Benny Ravens, Oh tsii ysdT
Chorus. q g3l1 80 sna
Well cherish in our memory green, ,''i'
The gallant Sedgwick's name L1it'9
He lay down in a mantle l7i1dD +o9T
OF imperishable fame,, 5zot
To waken when the Reyeille
hall summon friend and foe
Everlasting brotherhood
n .th Benny Ravens, Oh! IL 1'pfIH
Chorus. = .9ra!5 3Gifqs
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With wreath Of immortelle the grave ri
OF Summers fifty crowned,
As through the echoing halls of time
His glories still resound;
The page of truthful history
Fresh honors will bestow;
He'll, hand in hand, by Reynolds stand
With Benny Ravens, Oh Ia
Chorus. IS,
At Burnside's bier we drop a teal rs
For soldiers sunk to rest
A knightly soul has reached its goal
Meath Hookers honored crest;
In warlike lays We'll chant the praise
OF trusty Fighting Joe,
Until the day we serve for aye
With Benny Ravens, Oh!
Chorus. -t,j
The summer wind signs softly through
Atlanta's lovely vale, - ~,
fragrant hymn of requiem,
Mcpherson to bewail;
Ger Thomas, on Mount Ida's slope,
Sweet roses incense throw;
Deep in our hearts are both enshrined
NJ With Benny Ravens, Oh! :
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Down under battle mounds that feck .
~ Fair fields with CHASTITY green, ::
:. The busy worm, on tireless loom,
Weaves, in celestial sheen,
From warp of blue and wool of gray, :;
Robes white as driven snow
* The uniform for Judgment Day
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Chorus.
When LIES campaign is at an end, 81
And we are mustered out,
The Yankee cheer and Rebel yell
. Will mingle in one shout:
Well greet out late antagonists,
= And then no more shall know 80
Nor Union nor Confederate,
With Benny Ravens, Oh! 4
Ss Chorus.
Gallant, glorious McQuade! His memory
S embalmed in the hearts of his companions,
me of whom pays this tribute, in the same
of his own Benny Havens."
IN MEMoRIAM- -
But now we drink in silence sad "a
And hush the joyous shout;
The genial heart is stilled in death, /
McQuade is mustered out.
!. Oh. let US hope when Gabriel's trump
For Judgment Day shall blow,
: We then may meet to sing with him -
Sweet Benny Ravens, Oh -
DR.. Rossiter W. Raymond, VINO is not to be
,onfounded with the newspaper correspon-
lent, Ross Raymond, to whom fifty applies
he old couplet:
True patriot he, for be it understood,
He left his country for his eountry's good"
las two songs in the collection. DR.. Ray
nond, former United States Commissioner
If Mining, scientist, orator, poet, novelist
Ind all round scholar generally, was for two
Years an aid-de-camp on the staff of General
Fremont, and has been a Loyal Legionier for
many years. '--@ -
9'The Banner of the Stars" written by him
Turing the Sanitary Fair in Brooklyn, has
March Of the Loyal Legion" with which the
collection opens. Here it is:
s.si helao
Look where our starry banner floats above
And listen to our bugies as they blow ;-f!et
Once more we rally to the cause We love,
AS we rallied when it rang, long ago.
REERAIN.
Naught we care although our numbers be few,
And feeble be each veterans hand;
The Loyal Legion still is true - 80
TO the Fatherland, sfaf a''i ~ e.,
To the banner of the Fatherland. SIS
Proudly in youth we marched the foe to meet,
And ioyously we braved the battle storm /;
Danger we counted not, nor found defeat u
Within the current in our hearts leaping
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REFRAIN. 5000 I'd :
Comrades who slumber in the glorious grave,
Forever we will cherish your rehown ;liil
Priceless the treasure you have died to,save,
We will guard it till our arms We lay
down.
The fraternal spirit which is so beautifully
expressed in Judge Finch's poem, already
quoted, is happily given in song of Ma
Jor Alfred R. Calhoun, soldier, poet, jour
nalist and novelist, well-known throughout
the country. Both this and the previous
song are set to music by a member whose
modesty forbids further reference to himself
in this paper. zs9 q
OUR TRUCE. = ''ie .''
I'm getting how'd and I've long been gray,
Vet'ran from our Southern land,
But I'm young and the dead come to life to-
day
With the touch of your strong. brown hand,
Many years have passed since first we met,
Though it seems but day to me
Since We buried our dead, with the battle
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