Evening star., 1901-05-30

alcne, Come unto Me, all We who are
heavy laden. and / will give you rest"
to the common dust, but their lives are
written alike In the Book of Books by the
ir eat Historian. never to be erased. He
khoWs the story of their sacrifice. Man.
klno, ne went on. was confronted by the
same problem now as always. for as long
as nations endure just so long will be true
the prophecy that peace is the dream of
phlIosophy and war is the history of man.
After reciting- the glorieS of the civil war
and the blessings it brought to the Union
and the world at large, he said the veter-
ans porn of another generation were rap
luy passing away. To the new generation
the story Of their lives was an open page,
rec1ting the life of Lincoln. the prayers of
millions Of slaves the tears of widows and
orphans and the blessings of grateful
people. 1t recalled Gettysburg, Vicksburg.
the Wilderness. To prove to the world
that representative government was not
failure was the privilege of those old SOL
d1ers. and never again would the question
be asked, for the crucial test had been fair
ly met and decided; union was what they
fought for. The lesson of 81 would never
De torgotten, and as the story of war wrote
user IN the last pages of the country's
history. the lesson of Santiago would be
the beautiful sequel of Appomattox. The
olue and gray have forever become united
on earth as they have stood shoulder to
shoulder for many years in the grand army
above.
The story Of the war read like dream"
he said. LAS the years went by that dream
would be kept fresh in memories by the
recurrence of Memorial day. Future gen.
erations would come to this last resting
place to drink from the well of patriotism
which Memorial day brings. Then would
the seed sown in bloody battlefields blossom
1orth with renewed fragrance. in the form
OF strong hearts and willing hands ready
II need be to emulate their records"
ne ode to America was sung by the
choir, the Marine Band played Nearer, Ny
God, to Thee" and the impressive exer-
cises came to a close with benediction nro-
nounced by Chaplain Stevens.
Ranks Are Growing Thinner.
Col John A. Joyces poetic tribute, read
during the exercises, concluded as follows:
COMRADES:
Our ranks are growing thinner every year.
And Death is still winner. every year,
But, still our hearts beating,
AT every campfire meeting
with love and trust repeating, every year!
Our Comrades have departed. every year.
And leave us broken hearted, every year;
But their spirits fondly greet US,
And constantly enreat us.
10 come that they may meet us, every year.
'Our steps are growing slower every year;
Pale Death is still mower, every year;
Yet, we faced him in the battle,
Amid the musket's rattle,
And defed his final edict, every year.
Eve are growing old and lonely. every year;
We have recollection only every year;
But we bed for this grand Nation
On many field and station,
And with any kind of ration, every year.
Many people may forget us, every year,
And our enemies may fret us. every year;
But while onward drifting,
Our souls with hopes lifting,
To heavenly still shifting every year.
I'm the Maytme of the flowers. every year,
We shall live In golden hours, every year;
And our deeds be sung in story
Down the ages growing hoary-
With blaze of living glory, every year,
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