The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1906-05-29
COVER THEM OVER


Deck them with garlands. those brothers of ours:
Lying so silent, by night and by day,
Sleeping the years of their manhood away;
Years they had marked for the joys of the brave
Years they must waste in the sloth of the grave
Al the bright laurels they fought to make bloom
Fell to the earth when they went to the tomb
Give them the need they have won in the past;
Give them the honors their merits forecast
Give them the chaples they in the strife;
Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
Cover them over-yes, cover them over
Parent, and husband and brother and lover:
Crown in your heart these dead heroes of ours.
And cover them over with beautiful flowers
Cover the faces that notionless lie,
Shut from the blue of the glorious sky;
Faces once lit with the smiles of the gay
Faces marred by the frown of decay.
Eyes that beamed friendship and love to your own;
Lips that sweet thoughts of affection made known;
Brows you have soothed in the day of DISTRESS
Faces that frightened at Wars stirring cry;
Faces that streamed when they babe you good-by;
Pang for naught till the Death Angel came
Cover them over-yes, them
Parent, and husband. and brother, and lover:
Kiss in your hearts these dead heroes of ours
And cover them over with beautiful flowers
Cover the hands that are resting, half-tired
Crossed on the bosom, low by the side;
Hands to you, mother, in infancy thrown;
Hands that you, father, close hid in your own;
Hands where you. sister, when tried and dsmayed.
Hung for protection and counsel and aid;
Hands that you, brother, for faithfulness knew
Hands that you, wife, wrung in bitter adieu
Bravely the of their country they bore:
Words of devotion they wrote with their gore;
G Grandly they grasped for garland of light
Cover them over-yes, cover them
P Parent and husband and brother and lover:
And cover them over with beautiful flowers
Cover the feet that, all weary and torn
Hitler by comrades were tenderly borne;
Feet that have trodden, through ove-lighted ways.
Near to your own in the old happy days;
Feet that have pressed in Lifes opening morn.
Roses of pleasure, and Deaths poisoned thorn
Swiftly they rushed to the help of the right
Firmly they stood in the shock of the fight.
Meier shall the enemy's huirying tramp
Summon them forth from their death guarded camp
Ne'er till Eterny's buge shall sound
Will they come out from their couch in the ground.
Cover them over-yes cover them over
Parent and husband and brother, and lover:
Rough R were the paths Of those heroes of ours
Cover the hearts that have beaten so high
Now they lying all pulseless and still;
once they were glowing with friendship and love-
Now the great souls have gone soaring above.
Bravely their blood to the nation they gave,
Then in her bosom they found them grave.
Cover them over-yes, cover them
Parent, and husband, and brother, and lover;
Beaten with hopes that were born but to die;
Hearts that have burned in the heat of the fray,
Hearts that have yearned for the homes far away:
Hearts that beat high in the charges loud tramp
Hearts that fell low'in the prisons foul damp.
once they were swelling with courage and will
Press to your hearts these dead heroes of ours.
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.
Cover the thousands who sleep far away
Sleep where their friends cannot find them today.
They who In mountain and hillside and dell
Rest where they wearied, and lie where they fell.
Softly the grass;bade creeps round their repose;
Sweetly above them the wild fowret blows:
Zephyrs OF freedom fly gently o'erhead.
Whispering names for the patriot dead
So in our minds we will name them more.
So In our hearts we will cover them DER;
Roses and lilies and violets blue
Bloom in our souls for the brave and the true
Cover them over-yes, cover them
Parent, and husband, and brother and lover:
Think of those far-away heroes of ours,
And cover them with beautiful flowers
When the long years have crept slowly away,
Zen to the dawn of Earths funeral day;
When, at the Archangel's trumpet and tread
q md form NJ fho dood.
When the great world it's last judgment awaits
When the blue sky shall swing open it's gates,
And our long columns march silently through.
Past the Great Captain. for final review;
Then for the blood that has flown for the right
Crowns shall be given, untarnished and bright:
Then the glad Of each war-martyred son
Proudly shall hear the good judgment, well done"
Blessings for garlands shall them over
Parent, and husband, and brother, and lover:
God will reward those dead heroes of ours,
And cover them over with beautiful flowers.
WILL CARLTON