Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1908-05-30

guns belched fire--shook it, until he had
shaken the cowardicc out Of the citi-
zen and partisauship out of the politi-
clan. and then he laid It smooth again
upon its former frame-unshruuSen
unchanged except for its new and cost
ly graves. But Abraham Lincoln
grave was the most priceless of all. For
when he folded back the map into its
place he pinned it with his own tomb;
Captain. my captain, our fearful trip
is done.
The ship has waathered every rack, the
prize we sought is won,
The port Is near the bells near, the
people all eXultinS.
While follow eyes the steady keel the
vessel grim and daring,
But. o heart! heart! heart
q the bleeding drops of red.
Whereon the deck my captain lies
Fallen cold and dead
20 captain. my captain, rise up anu
hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is ilung-ior
YOU the buGle trills
For YOU bouquets and libboned WrealhS
for YOU the shores a-croWding,
For YOU they call. the swayins mass,
their eager faces turning
Here captain, dear father
This arm beneath your head.
IT is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead,
INV captain does not answer, mis- lips
are pale and still,
NV father does not feel my arm, ne mas
no pulse nor VIII;
The ship is anchored safe and SOUND,
it's voyage closed and done
From fearful trip the victor ship comes
in with object won.
E,xult. O shores, and ring, Q bells!
But ! Will mournful tread.
Walk the deck my captain iles'
Fallen, cold and dead
CHIEF OF HEROES.
Abraham Lincoln, worthy chief of he
roes--but not alone, They've been ever
at our front. When a commodore read
the wondering message i'm n Cninese
port: War with Spain-take Manila
he knew less about II than ten million
readers at homo. But he knew hls
duty. and before he laid the MESSAGE
down. his fleet was steaming out. Ia
midnight darkness he entered the mar
row straits. with unknown suuken
mines What thought he of danger!
His orders We're to take Manila, ana
he did What cared he for sunken
mines! They were not in his orders
and he had been trained an American
marine He had learned his hrst les
son when, as midshipman, he sailed
with Farragut 90 years before, up Mo
bile bay. 1t was then he heard the
command that might we'll be blszoned
ON our starry banner. When the sister
ship was blown to fragments by ma,
den mine. and the pallid pilot asked
the commander for orders, FarraSut
numbered what might well be an IN
ticle of our Constitution, u lof-
pedoes! Sail ahead
Nor has victory made you cTuel. Inc
bravest American has always been most
generous You stretched the hand of
friendship TO your fallen foe and cailed
your wayward brothers back to your
warm hearts. Your magnanimity mas
learned to count the virtues of those
former foes You have lowered for
longer taunt its bearer. You Keep
sympathetic silence while the patriot
poet of the south sings:
"Furl that banner softly, slowly;
Treat It gently-it is holy,
For II droops above the dead.
Touch It not-unfold II never;
Let II droop there. furled forever
For It's peoples hopes are fled.
Veterans. we bow low to bid you
last lingering farewell The roll call
that some OF you next year snail an
swer. will be on mnster ground
vaster than battle field of earth, Rest
assured that a grateful country, ana
the Sons OF Veterans. VIII join the less
ening circle Of your surviving COM
rades in ever growing tokens of rem
iniscent thanhs-that the memory OF
YOUR devotion will never perish from
grateful minds. The effacemont OF
your deeds would be the destruction OF
your countIY's records, and histoly
would cease to be- Thy closest kin
o valiant brave. shall
"Talk OF thy doom. without sigh,
For thou art Freedoms now and
Fame's,
one Of the few immortal names
That were not born To die.
And you, sc dead, farewell 10
your holy graves. These may be tae
last garlands SO gather from our hapus,
Perchance other hands than ours shall
next strew with amalInth ana laurel
your graves-your graves and ours.
perhaps next year we who now bid
farewell, shall hear them, not farewells
but greetings. Sleep ON In spots made
holy by your sacrifice
How sleep the brave who sink to rest
Bv All their countries wishes hlesSedl
When Spring with deNy ningers coia
Returns TO deck their halloNed mold
She there shall dress sWeclef apu
Than fsncy's feet have ever trod'
BY fairy hands their knel Is rung'
BY forms unseen their drge ~ sung
There honor comes, pilgrim gray
TO bless the turf that wraps their clay
And freedom shall awhile repair
TO dwell weeping hermit mere
We turn our faces from the restful
past To the restless ana pressing futnre
our attention from death 10 life
from memory OF others deeds to the
clear call for our own strong faith
and action. We turn from the hallon's
saviors living and dead 10 that ma
tion stiIl in need Of fidelity and valor
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