The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1896-06-03
MEMORIAL DAY.
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flushed is the din of the battle
In silence unbroken and deep,
And the warriors brave in the rest of
the grave,
Are wrapped. in'the dreaInless sleep,
But we cover each grass-groHyn man
sion rs
With the clay.cold heart within
With the fairest flowers Of the frag-
rant bowers,
Where the, May-day sun hath been,
And our hearts are filled with a sad
ness,
Not born of the glad spring-time,
But the ghost of an erstwhlle glad.
That mournfuily whispers Repine.
And memory paints bright picture
OF another May-day just as fair
With the sweet, lisping music of bree-
Playing soft thro' her golden hecked
hair,
And the ranks of the brave, bold de
tenders
Passing out with a step. firm and true,
Dressed in the colors immortal
sou SllNeES- 0E1ys I-7 fftt
Or the Blue.
Some with the rainbow of promise
Shining brightly above in their sky,
Others merged only IN stat .4HSht
That fell from the shadow-laIid nigh.
But time with his ruthless invasion,
Has pilfered the gold from the scene,
And Memorial Day sheds glimmer
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Here mid this leafy enclosure,
A lowly mound lies all alone,
And the pinions of gentle years pass
ing
Have tenderly touched the gray stone,
Brushing the moss of the ages
From the face of the letters I'm
known"
All! meath the beautiful verdure, the
freshness of dewy kissed, sod,
Whose is the motionless heart notes
That respond now alone but to God2-
Gone down in the heat of the battle,
Midst the fierce, frenzied cry of-'To
Arms!'
Gone down and only the silence
Can whisper of joys or of horrors.
Perhaps tits the heart of a father,
With his pulses ebbed low with the
tide,
Who dreamed of his golden haired
darlings
In the last lucid hours of his pride,
And saw them all clustered at even
ing
Round his chair in the lights ruddy
glow,
Or felt their caresses SO tender
Like the SUMS gentle kiss on the snow.
Or, meath the damp, waving grasses,
Does another form still slumber on2
a lovers so tender and noble-so man
ly, SO gentle, so strong
There in the thick of the battle,
With his life-blood ebbing away,
Did they close the glazed eyes of the
stranger el.a
With the last dying flush of the day2
Did they find the sweet face of allowed
Next the heart, meath the Jacket of
gray2
A face with the smile of an angels
His sweetheart's so wistfully gay2
Has time cast q plying guerdon
AT the feet of that grief burdened
form,
Or have the snow tresses of sorrow
Gone down mid the fierce winter
Storm
Nay! perchanee tits mothers loved
darling
That rests in eternal repose,
And the midnight hours may have
seen n loved form
Bonding low DER pale, withered
Placed by her own hands tender,
On the blue-coated form mid her
woes,
And returned when Gods angels had
written
On her loved ones life volume-"Fhe
Close.n
Here, here, meath the fair skies eter-
Find we all-"The Blue and the
Gray"
The father, the husband, the lover
and the pride of mother so gay,
All calmly awaiting the summons OF a
fairer Memorial Day.
When, in the bright raiment of silver,
they will marshal in faultless array.
But now let us scatter the blossoms
over each grass-grown grave,
While fadeless crowns, of immortal
bloom
From the portals of Heaven wave,
And the redolent breeze OF. the Spring
time,
Will whisper love song glad,
And the Autumn winds in their pass
ing
Will murmur dirge note sad,
While the beauteous form of the
Summer
Will place on each love watched
mound
The fairest chaplet of "hearts ease
In her flowery kingdom found,
And the winter will festoOn n garland