The National tribune., 1895-09-12
LINCOLN LIKED DIXIE"
THTETY YEaRs AGO.
fBg Lat Browniee Sherwood. I

NV itN< lHDtDfhft fStc7 tDVOd.i
One Of the numbers Of ihe entertainment TO
be given by tie Loyal Home Workers is the
following poem, written by request of Miss
Georgia Martin. Chairman Con- niittee of Ar
Engagements. Sixth Annual Reunion:
Thirty years ago. did you say? Thirty long years
And aus Is the .torv you'd have me tell in the hush
OF ilIe aftes-EloNP
why that was tIe year that the boys came home.
sturdy and battle brown.
And Use l,cls were wild in ihe steepe and the peo-
i'ie were wild in the town.
And nov ihey are boys together again. grim and
prizEle6 and gray.
And their lpurts oil OF the farswav as vosrs
u fu.i uf to-day
Aud how can one cover with ringlets The crown OF
fiosy head?
And how ono bridge with story the c-ulf Of a
day tlat az dead?
Thirty yesr- ago. did you say? DO you know what
YOU Hrk II me-
To bring inc minis from the mountains TO bring
She G-eis from ti,e sea;
To gather ihe Florida orange on The frosty Alas
kan pine.
And spin from the larat net all the stars in
lines
TO trouble HAT dear little heart Of yours with bur-
deus ~ cares tear.
The frniiae al sn and soriOw. The sighings Of SOM
Der years:
To darker tie eyes OF beauty with the shsdows of
want and woe,
That rtoud and stared on the threshold Of The pill
less long ago
Thirty years ago. With laugh you wish you
could hrssr il ali
And wish lai the days so dark aud dread were
ever beyond recall,
FOR my benr'iz camp where the armies are hurry
ing 10 aud fto.
And the song sud the shout are forgotten in The
sound Of The Srphaa'- woe.
What matters u when The victor comes garlsnded
from the FRAY,
III the trenches lifted with diving aud the dead are
lining The way?
What matters ii TO Ihe mother who hanks to The
booming gun,
IL under lbc wheels Of the cannon IS the bleeding
form u her sOni
Thirty years ngo? And you sigh for an age 80
heroic Rnd grsndg
Aye. hut heroes made OF cosller stag than are
monuments csst tn sand
The sobs 81 the hu-bAudless woman and the tears
OF tie isttserlcss chid,
And the saber arm psl-iod aud severed aud the
brain tBat is weary aud wild
And the Deigbiug Of riderless horses aud the yul-
lures that flock TO thn fen,
And the long. FRESH fsrrows and fNliows and the
wall Of the molEsts of men.
And the berry red cactus Of battle that has bliphted
the lily aud rose.
And the chaBiing Of priests in the chapel and the
toliing OF bells al the close
Thirty yenrs ago? And because there were heroes
who fougia and won,
The earth H. G. otked in a brighter green and basks
AND the whir u Tie mill and the bum Of the loom
hnd The ring Of the vibrant wire
Are mingilnR in soigbtier chorus than ever was
sung by an earthly choir
And your homes happy and bs and ,,,,,,-
hearts are never niraid
And the sword a. hung in s scabbard and The snesr
In its sheath IL laid.
And millions OF little ones running, with foot.teps
that never lag,
Turn their eyes to Old Glory. repeating. "ona
country. one language. one flag.
Thirty years ago. Then hurrsh for the might of
American VIII
Hurrsh for the nerve and the muscle and the brain
that never Ia still!
duTah Tor The comradeship fostered where the
smoke Of the flattle nscends,
6urrab for the sons OF Colunbia wherever they
meet aud friends
hurrRh Tor the union OF hearts and of hands that
~ reaching from unto sea
6urrah for te spirit OF progress that rules IN Ibis
land Of the freeI