The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1905-05-14
net told hin the direction to find his


drum:
I, Silence, let every voice Instant be dumb,
10, where the narshalled ranks mourn.
fully come.
Silence; In sorrow uncover ene!l head
Look, o my countrymen, see where they
treada
We honor, we honor, we honor our dead
Beautiful pageant OF sorrow and woe,
Mournfully grand II, grief, solernnly slow.
foe.
This was our last great chief,
Low. incur bitter grief
Bow we the head.
Into eternity,
Unto the Father, we 81
Yield up our great, loved Lee.
See--he Is dead.
Softly the bands MI play, softly and sad,
oh. but the beautiful music they had
Once, when the gay. snarlIng trurnpets5
went mad.
Is this the end of his soldierly trust?
"A riderless steed and casket of dustl
Lord, God Of. Battles. We acknowledge
Thee Just.
A riderless steed. with q sword in its
sheath:
a sign and a symbol: banner, agwrehth;
And the master ahead with his trappings
3j Of death. vs. "a n y
Mute, pitlful mourner, o rderess stecd.
We look to thy saddle, its story we read.
And our sorrowfu hearts in their agony
bleed.
And beautiful banner long furled. Is
And Its stars and It's bars flutter down
overhead
And we honor, We honor, We honor our
dead.
Softly the tolling bell
Sounds on the ear:
Him. whom we loved so we'll,
Heeds not the dismal knell,
Hears not the brazen bell
Changing so clear:
Wrapt with eternal spell,
Sec death, grim sentinel,
Guard the bier. @s
Blow, mournful trumpeters. mournfully
blow; #
And let the long. long, long procession go.
High, on thy towering car, chleftain,
ls lead on,
Lifes last, dark victory, lo;- Nou. hast
And thy last star shall rise back Of the
& oh, let our sorrows forth bare we our
breast;
What though Of South or North, what
though OF West 5{.
He loved, he loved you all, we loved
him best
Here. lies his soldier form freed from
lfc's ban.
Friend to no faction, he, lord to no clan,
Simply earth's gentleman. only q man.
Oh, kinsmen in sorrow, oh, brethren all,
Follow, we follow. all follow the pail
OF him who. to summons brief, answers
the call.
10, where he lies ut rest on his last bed.
we follow, we follow.swe follow our dead.
let the low music roll muffled drums
beat;
This our solemnity. filling the street,
Moves to the tread OF a multitnde's feet.
The bands OF the vanguard are lost In
the hum,
OF the tramp OF the soldier, the roll Of
| the drum s. 5I3 s
And the regiments pass and the regl-a
ments come.
And the bands, ever wailng, go plead.
ing in pain,
with tortuous yearning and desolate!
strain, s
And the flags nutter forth and are idle
again
And the moaning procession winds ever
ahead 5
And the regiments pass with their ban
ners outspread,
And the regiments come with their
martial tread
And we honor, we honor. we honor our
dead.
Halt! It's n muffled boom-Let the guns
roar;'
Safe. is our chieftaln now. gone on before,
With his bvouacs pitched on the 'echoless
Unfurl the Southern Cross, once let her
Spread all her beauty bare. blightcd,
yet brave; IL
lee would salute his flag over the grave
Undo her silken folds, let her bars fall,
She was his loved and lost, dearer than
Drape we the thirteen stars over the pail
And as for Old Glory, the splendid and
free I
Long, long may she wave DER the, land
and the sea, KS #
While our Washington's flag guards the
a ashes Of Lee. III
And here mid our guns, with that.ban-
The troops are in notion the regiments
tread,
And we honor, we honor. we honor our
| dead.
Thus, In our bitter grief,
Honor we Lee,
He whom, to summons brief,
Eternity
Called with her trumpet tone,
Answers. as. nll alone
Unto the great white throne
Journcyeth he. o.
May A. 1905.
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An Easter Tragedy.
with abject apologies to Ben Jonson.)
Ns%3 BEFORE
Give TO me only all thy cash,
Lest 1 weep pearls of brine, 81, stja
or leave a check-book in my hand
And I'll not ask for thine, I, 81, q 4,
The sigh that from my soul doth rise. Sg
Doth ask a dress divine,