The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-04-28
POEMS WORTH READING.
THE sILENT4aARMY.

written for the Union Veterans, As
ISOLATION of Maryland and dedicated to
comrades who fell in battle, or persisted
IN the line of duty. ItsWas delivered in
an impressive manner by it's author
Mr.. THOMAS M. Kenny, on the ccasion
OF the annual banquet Of the association)
Along the Avenue of Fame-builded to
honor them
So pure, ornate, and vet, so sinple In ira
majesty l~Ia
That. Instructive, one could but feel
For such a setting, rare must the jewel
be; 80
While yet the sun was high o'erhead.
Glfnting with it's rays the FURNISHED
steel; Ia
Erewhile the thousands lined the way
w nose every voice rang out a welcome
saw them pass; glorious pageantry.
Music was playing; banners were flying
And yet. beside their faces scared and
scanned; - fEs2T-s
All else seemed naught
some too, were scarredi and MANNED
mol mol aIl-hoWeNer hardly did they try ;
Couid march erect, and some an empty
Did wear; aye proudly wore.
BESIDE some old and tattered battle flag
NOT needed else, to guerdon their BRAY
cry. 80 ss1
Should Shoulder to shoulder they marched:
ELBOW to elboW-as of old
Those Boys in Bitie.' hearts of gold.
While NJ cheer on scheer-echoingd
Told of the peopfe'saleve, and pride. Il
An, who, to see them, = would mot cheer?
remembering ALI and hold them dear 2sa,,e
Ihe rear guard passed, all then was still
- sas,.*
Returning thence-at midnight hour.
Ana InuSing there. methlnKs / dreamed,
Peopling the court of honor, with silent
I saw them move-tlle Unforgotten
Dead.
/ saw unheralded. hero comrades
march,
And turn, and wheel, with elbow touch
AS Keen and conscious-to the spirit
AS in those days, aleng another way. "
Iney sac by side pressed on, to victory:
ana IN whose breast the sword Of
Their duty done : found ever-ready
sheath
9 Ghosts? Aye, specters they;
Some in rags, with tatteped flags
Nnerlshed, and followed, in many a fray.
win IN, muffied drumssrsee how they
Armed cap-a-pie, with musket, and
Saber, st7E3
Ghosts Of the Red hand from over the
Deafness heroes. Do qyeeseek name?
Mayhap it's, 'scribed on the roll of fame.
Or m 14 they sleep beneath some
Whereon is graved-a holy legend-'Un-
Lost in the maze ofyethe war blasted
Some are THE Boys who did not come
back"
- See! How they go charging:
Io the trumpets hrilrs6anding
Inc deep-mouthed guns pounding -.
p. Up; now. awayiT srfy
Now, shattered, and broken, spreading
,Mqsketry flashing; sabefs slashing,
Hleidea by loyal hands, hearts ever
Hark:. Now the shot and shell;
WIDE open the gates s,of he'll
me hell of wars passion;
Seethlng and surging, writing and turn.
Until. at last, the "old Flag" trium-
Forgotten tho cost, then. In such glori-
Gus vision
speoters and specterland shadowy
phantoms
Booted and spurred. and riding. apace; :
ear,p na unsnnging. Eugle blasts ring
Musketeers; cannoneers; give them a
The prison pen opens. Thousands on
a sight,
Were they, from among us-these latter
Can these be our boys, went forth in
their might?
Soldiers? Heroes? These in rags?
Gior1hed ragsi and halloWed flags
SpecterS from Deadland. ghosts Of the
redhand,
border.
Who could not honor them?
Who would not cheer for them?
VINO dareS now to gibe at them
Passing away in the shades of the night :?
Baltimore American.