The Republican journal., 1899-06-15
A Fine Poem.

Hadlock, a promising young student Of the
Gorham High school, was recited nv the
author at the Memorial day exercises held
in the Congregational church in Gorham
May 80, 1899:
A TRIBUTE FOR MEMORIAL DAY 100
To-day IS the day OF truces, to-day is the day
| of the dead,
| The day OF our tribute to heroes. when rev.
/ erence and honor are wed,
We are facing mighty new era, we are try
ing the future to span,
But to-day we have LAID down our burdens,
| we have joined all in one swelling van
But one year. but tour flying seasons have
| passed since We sent DER the waves
| Our brave boys to the rescue of freedom. to.
day we mourn over their graves:
Then truce to our quarrels and stri wings.
turn and look at your banner of stars
Think not OF Empires Imperial" but thi k
of the blood on Its bars
For thirty gone years we have mourned
them, the heroes OF sixty and one
But for some who stood with us last wear
the same sad duty is done.
How fresh IL our minds is the story, but Oh
have we counted the cost?
Great was the victory and glorious! but to-
day we mourn for the lost.
The sons of the North and the South land
have stood shoulder to shoulder 'gainst
STEEL
And thrilling, and throbbing and bounding
great national impulse we feel.
The sons OF the Gettysburg heroes at FL
Caney together faced death,
And the dark child of African bondage drew
beside them his last gaspng breath.
we are one! count not wasted the effort the
llbatlon OF our noblest blood
While we mourn for the gallant that come
not, we bless the ripe fruit of the flood.
Though the folds OF O'd Glory are dripping,
la tfIz .A
And brunt OF the mad storm of battle, one
nation has conquered the toe
Age changes not; nature unyielding grows
preJudiced near the grave;
| Twas our youth the young staff of Column
bla that went forth her honor to save
| See them pouring from city anu hamlet see
| them rushing from High school and
hall.
See them facing the brazen throat cannoa i,
see how nobiy they stand and fall.
| Hear the voice OF people sing praises hear
the murmur OF deep buried tears
See the proud mother hushing her weeping
TO join in glad peoples cheers
Ihey come to US now, but On many who
went forth in youths early day
| Have given the lives they offered they come
not, they lie far away.
our best we gave, to quote Kiping, 'fWe
sent the best We breed,
By death, not merely exile,we serve our can
Wv SS Htttl
Could [ annal the story of heroes ne'er end
ing the task, il begun.
| Suffice II in tribute to many | tell hut the
anna of one.
| And of all the many stories that our WAR has
| told, painful or glad,
| There has none more deeply touched me-
| there has none yet seemed more sad
He was young, and blithe, and bonny, NAV.
| hap they called him wild,
| But the sight of his face of sunshine and
the sternest of them smiled
| Mid love, anu wealth, and culture, moth
| ers only son,
A student at Cambridge's old halls, with a
| future bright begun
Twas said his mother refused him and TINS
| he ran away;
| Ask not of his enlistmenging he was young.
| er than papers should say
No account is kept of Lis camp life except
the men liked him we'll,
| And called him My Lady Dolly because he
| cut swell
They may have scotfed at his whims then,
and !aughingly offered to give
To purchase mask 70: mis- fair face, e'er he
| in the South could live
But the day they stood at Ell Caney and
tried that terrible height
! They found that soft hand a sword hand
and no fear mace the fair face white
GU have read how the volunteers started
how their leader fell and they broke
| on have read OF the rush of the riders
through the dark hell of shell and
smoke,
! How nobly they struggled up onward-and
| his squad was among the tirst,-
And whstllng she'll went DER them, and
whlrled, and iell, and burst
| And with it fell their captain low fell no
more to rise
And the little company broken half turns
aud nearly fl .es-
When bithe young voice thrilled through
them, and a s~ ord cleaned out in air,
And they caught the glow and glitter of a
golden head shot bare
Don't turn, boys! Come on! I'll lead you,
up onward" the clear voice said
| With a cheer they turned them upward and
followed that golden head
| He was not My Lady Dolly he was lead
er, man,
And he caught the spirit of battle as but
one in a thousand can.
| Iou know they reached the summit, YOU
know that young leader FELL
For all it's we'll known story, It's not too
| old to tell,
How as they sat at coffee on the top of that
| hard won hill
| Their general cut the chevrons from a dead
| lieutenant chill,
| And called for the brave young fellow who
had saved the panic and day
And the men choking for utterance pointed
to where he lay
Low bent the general beside him, and drew
| the flag Ger his face,
With those deep dark eyes of azure and lips
| of childish grace.
| And nation counts one more hero, a mother
mourns her son -
| He was only one of the many, of the brave
was only one.
| Thus cannot scatter blossoms DER the
| graves of those who fell,
But we can pay them homage, we can guard
their heritage well.
Oh! as long as man remaneth, oh as long
as we keep Gods trust;
Till the last great day of judgment, and the
| end of all of dust,
| May we prove ever true to our heroes, and
never forget this day,
But with wrong, laid down, one man, our
tribute Offering lay
And the flag they loved and cherished ten
| DERBY drape each fold
| Over the nations dead loved, and fling it
| Ger their mold;
And standing at their last bivouac may a
| prayer from all hearts throb,
One nation, one people, one banner, one
| purpose, one service to God.
June
The bumblebees delve in the thick red clover
Tousling and umblng it over and over
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