The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1897-06-17
The Hero Of Peace. .

written Tor the Troy Daily Times,
BY DIR. BENZ. F. LEGGETT.
Where the lordliest river flows
From the drift Of the mountain SHOWS,
Far winding through purple hills
And fed by the crystal rilis
I'LL lost in the measurelese see
By the sound OF the rivers going,
BY the ceaseless song Of its flowing,
And the free winds over it blowing,
Forever his rest shall be
To the river OF world. wide fame
The Chief in his boyhood came,
Where Arnold in days Of old
Dared Treason for alien gold,
Where the Highlands sentinels stand;
And ever with resoute bearing,
The robe OF white honor wearing,
He wrought with q soldiers daring
Aud waited the need ot the land
1t came with the resolute braves,
When the land was sown with graves,
While the desolate hear r,hstones Searned
For the feet that lever returned,
Though the vigil Of Love WAS long
In the trenches hidden and lying,
In the prison-p MS starving and dying
The grief of tue buyles cry ing
For nations shame and wrong
1t came in the battles storm
When the r.d-raIn beat 80 warm,
Auu tuc WTdtn-DOlt5 IuFJ,eu ana Qufle0
Like snards of II ruined world,
Lighting the sea aud the land
From Treason that rent asuuder
And shook the earth with Its thunder,
Making the nations wonder,
While peace he led by the hand
Columbia then rose from her tears
And the desolate curse Of the years,
baptized into freedoms new birth
In the blood OF the brave of the earth,
Aud the light of q new dawn cleaned
With cheer that banished all signing,
The mountains and prairies replying,
She crowned him with laurel undylng,
The Chief Of the land redeemed
Where the mountain, McGregor, looks down
On the field Of immortal renown.
His last great battle was won
In the glow of the rising sun
When the night was over and gone
In the flush of the days returning,
In the glow Ger the tree-tops burning
Life and its endless yearning
Passed on in the soundless dawn
With the tramp Of an army's feet
And the thunder Of guns from the fleet
Making the echoes reply
From the cliff and cloud sky,
And the Catskill's mountain gloom
Led on by the star-sprent glory
OF banners that waved in the CORY
Red shock OF the Unions story,
They bore the Chief to his tomb
From the east where the day begun
| To the west and the setting sun
| From the northland mountain pines
| To the tropc palms and vines,
Our banner of stars unfurled
| And the Blue and the Gray remember
| By the tomb of the Great Defender,
| The passion of war, and the splendor
OF peace he wrought for the world
And so where the Hudson flows
| From the drift of the mountain SHOWS,
Far winding through purple hills
And fed by a thousand rills
| Till lost in the limitless sea
By the sound of the rivers going,
By the ceaseless song OF its flowers,
| Aud the free winds over it blowing,
| Forever his rest shall be
Sleep on, o Chic. by the CLEAN
or the river that flows by thy dream;
And the Union shall cover thy tomb
With the May-time's bud and bloom
All fresh with the dew of her tears;
And ever with loyal love tender,
The age, thy name shall remember,
And keep in its matchless splendor
Thy fame through the measureless years !.
Gen. U. s. Grant.