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

I'm mustered out.
MuFFLED DRUMS SAD ROLL
Some went with the whitening frost
Of winter already sprnked. like frs;
scant snow-iiakes, ON their manly
brows; some with the spring sunlight
on their rudy youthful cheeks. The
same wind that shakes tie bough and
brings To earth the ripensd fruit, may
break the twig and drag to ground the
buds and blossoms. When the Lord
of Harvest calls laborcrs from field TO
mansion house. sometime IL is the eX-
pectant rea per, ready TO leave mis-
sheaf well-capped; anon it is the young
soWer whose hand, yet unhardened to
sickle, is still strewing seed. Some
were boyish hands that dropped the too
heavy musket. when their unrazored
face WAS first shaved by the cruel bay
onet You had shared mess and tent
with them the night before--a night
whose sleep was broken by the wild
call of trumpet, and the harsh roll OF
drum Now
The muffled drums sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tattoo:
No more ON life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few
On flames eternal camping ground,
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
THE neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugles stirring blast.
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are passed
Nor wars wild note, nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture OF the fight
PRICELESS GRAVES.
We join you in decking their price
less graves. Our hands are Arm with
faith and youth--yours tremble with
memory and age. You know the price
they paid for this holy vault-to us 1t
is an empty estimate. Yet we reyerent-
ly ioin YOU, for your veteran history
bushes our hearts to holy sympathy.
Nor can the memory Of their service or
of Your sorrow be effaced from our
soul.
And. o We dead, we pledge to you
nations desthless memory-their cNer-
living gratefulness.
Nor wreck, nor change. nor winters
blight,
Nor times remorseless doom,
Can dim one ray OF holy Hight
That gilds your glorious tomb
Veterans of an age that is past, we
greet also with you those OF our own
W
recent perils. They with the same
American spirit have brought you ell
der virtues to our own age. Worthy
sons of worthy sires. we greet you as
brothers we are proud to claim. Your
mystic circle even death cannot break,
yet some of that circle lie in "A sleep
that no reVeille can rouse. Some after
following the flag they loved halfway
round the globe, closed their eyes in
an oriental twilight to open them IN
eternal dawn
You share the glory of your elders
here today. American history and
American gratitude knows only one
coinage of martial merit-the gold OF
American manhood, stamped ON the
diverse with the image of liberty, and
on the reverse with the American eagle
And that eagle on the coin holds in
his unyielding talons the stars and
Stripes.
Younger veterans with fidelity and
valor, akin to the sturdy steadfastnes>
OF your elders, your statue should be
like that carved by the renowned Thor
waldsen. Deep into the cliff that over
hangs blue Luzernc. the Danish sculp-
tor has cut in colossal relief the Lion
of Luberne-fit figure of Swiss bravery
TransiiXed by hostile spear i'm his
death pain he holds beneath his trusty
paws Helvetia's shield.
'Nor shall your glory be forgot
While Fame her record keeps
Or Honor points the halowcd spot
Where valor proudly sleeps.
HELD THE TILLER TRUE.
Veterans OF whatever age. and OF
ware more remote or recent you that
live are the peers of those that died,
The lot of war spared your lives,
though you too Were I'm the battles
hfs atn Ia at
the old Roman pilot. Left alone after
the frightened mariners had fled on
floating spars with his hand on the
helm and his resolute face to the angry
god OF the sea, he cried 20 Neptune
you may sink me II YOU will-you may
save me If you VII; but whatever
happen, / shall hold my rudder true"
We hail you-not i'm The fulsome
praise the Greeks of old gave their VIC
tors, as they called them gods. we
give YOU a higher title. You are truest
Americans. To be an American is TO
be every inch n hero
II Was a brave hero that discovered
America In an unknown sea, Column
bus men cried: Master, turn back
the dragons Of the deep threaten TO de-
vour" The undaunted hero his face
sin toward the unknown west, spoke
two words: sail on" His captains cried
IN fear, 1.-The needle no longer points
north-we are astray beneath and
mocking sky-tum back" The masters
face was still toward the vest. and he
Numbered. IN the words OF our western
poet. sail ON, and on and on, and
on"
ABRAHAM LINCOLN
American history is merely a series
of biographies of heroes, twas giant
of saviors OF our nation, that plloted
you through the storm. Gaunt and
homely was he His legs seemed too
long for man. until he quantity eS-
planned to deriding friends mat they
only reached 10 the ground HIS arlns
seemed all too long-but not for our
veal He stretched those long arms out
across the whole map of our country
He seized the Atlantic coast In one
| handkerchief the other over the
| Rockies aud laid hold Of the western
! shore fIo lifted the whole continent
and shook II until its inland seas boiled
with steamers-shook II until all her