The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1898-08-07
Tho Gnthcring Of The Gray.

From away
Oer the lowlands,
And the highlands
Comes the gray
Comes the gray"
And the ghost Of tho flag which they
Whose stars and whose red bars they
wrought for.
Waves its phantom folds Ger them to-
day,
And nothing Of wrong that It stands for
IT'S dream
Where the stripes and the loved stars Of
liberty CLEAN.
IT,
Once morei BY the blue heaven
DER us the sod
Seems 10 thrill at their coming. the
strong hills Of God
Ii .on Of thunderi
waterways under.
! Sing louder TO sea, and the breath's IN
the clod,
For they know
An, they know.
Hills, and rivers I'm 1ow.
The sign of the gray.
! AS they knew % that day,
When they frontcd the frayl
They know all the brave breasts un-
Whose blood left their meadows en-
chanted.
And over they sing and they say:
Nothing of wrong that Hhey stand for
their dream
Where the stars DER the red stripes OF
liberty gleam''
Blow welcome oh bugles, Drums beat
as ye beat
When the kiss Of the wife and the
mother fell sweet
on their brows. as they went
To the battlc-content
To die for the cause that they cherished!
Repeat,
Oh glad land. their story
And give TO their glory
That fades not with time.
Welcome songs I'm the chime
OF the steeplcs the flowers
OF rare fields and bowers
And the garlanded Sheet
For their blood in the sight Of all
For the sake Of their loved land was
given
A slcrihe holy and sweet
Nothing of the wrong that We hail them
to-day
BY the glorious sign of the battlefront
gray!
Blow. buglesl Beat. drums! They were
heroes that day
When the bands FIRST played Dixie" and
led the wild way!
And now. when the roar
OF the guns shakes the shore.
They answer their country-thcy ny 90
the fray,
They stand hand 10 hand,
Heart to heart for the land:
Their rifles are ringing,
Their war stecds are finging
The foam I'm The faces
OF foes On red places
Their swords swift TO slay.
They shrink not from danger-ah. never,
They are patriots and heroes forever
They are freemen where freedom hath
sway
Nothing Of wrong that the bugles and
Sound a welcome song for the glorlaed
ones.
V.
Forward, March Ripple. banners, above
them once more!
Shout. guns, Wave green signals. oh.
hills. 20 the shore
With gales blowing free.
Send am answer. Oh sea!
For their flag knew your waters-they
rode where you roar,
Where your storm waves are
crashing
Where your hghtnings are
flashing
Their brave ships were dash
Ing,
O'er broad seas far steainne.
Their grim guns were cleaning
And their dear-they are dream
ing
Meath the waves cVermorei
Under many an alien heaven
In the rocks are their sepulchres riven,
And their blood maketh holy each
shore,
Sing hurles, in welcome DER inland and
wave.
For the gray-aye. the gray-is the badge
Of the brave,
VI.
Hail them. hills, and sing, rivers, in
welcomed Oh. sky,
Light your fairest star fires as the old
troops march byl
They come TO their own
Where their glOries are known,
And the songs on loves lips. and the
lights I'm loves eyei
They come. crowned Of glory:
Fame knows their white story; |
Love clasps and believes them,
And honor receives them;
And "Welc0mew IS rending
The round earth. and sending
Its music on high
This b. the land they fought for;
This is the proud soil they wrought fer /
In the great days gone BY
Nothing OF wrong that we greet them to-
FOR Gods in the glory that CLEANS from
the gray!
Frank l. stanton In the Atlanta Con-