The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1909-05-27
WHO MARCHES NEXT MEMORIAL DAY

Who marches next Memorial Day?
Speak up, brave comrades let men say
''The Post turns out in force this year.
Grants veterans, Shermans infantry,
Sheridan's tireless cavalry,
Farraguts sea-dogs without peer:
Ilreless and fearless in the past,
Bear yourselves proudly to the last,
Though years fly fast and death draws near
Who'll bear the dear old Flag-the bright
Tri-colored banner, red and white
AS sunsets glory, spotless snow,
On whose broad field of heavenly blue
The golden stars of statehood true
Like bivouac fires diviney glow?
tbs but wisp of silk the staff
Light as boys slight wand You laugh:
They seemed SO forty years ago.
Who'll lead us through the crowded streets
While comets blare and bass drum-beat
Help us to keep unwonted time
10 martial strains that give new life,
To memories of those years of strife
And trial in yon southern cline:
Wherein we poured out Youths sweet bloom
And Manhoods strength, like the perfume
| That censers waste in fanes sublime?
| Not the old colonel, tried and true,
| Nor his stout ma or: in review
| Or march they'll lead us nevermore.
Some captain brave, lieutenant gay.
| Or sergeant proved in march and fray,
|
| When, waking from the spell of peace,
| In memories proud we felt surcease
| Of pain and donned the blue once more.
In memories of brave deeds and men:
Of losses blending JOY and pain:
| Of gallant lives given to death
| Loyalty, cheerily as rain
Falls on the white hot lava-plain
| 70 perish in its seething breath.
| In charity, to those gref-worn
I Watching in vain for their return
! Of whom unknown" the record saith.
Who speaks for US Memorial Day?
! Whose burning words shall for US say
! Something that brings our lost youth near:
| The hopes and aims of high emprise
That made life nothing in our eyes
| And Honor more than Death or Fear:
! Who shall interpret for US, now
That men to gold and pleasure bow
| How love of country was most dear?
Whom shall we miss Memorial Day?
Well is it that long years allay
| The burdens of the laboring heart
! In JOY or sorrow, for the list
| Is long of loved ones we have missed
| From camp and banquet field and mart:
| In ancient foray, field or fray,
| And peaceful death beds passed away,
| They from our hearts were torn apart.
! you give Ine1l peace memorial lay
! Whereas His blessed Islands lay
In golden light, or purple haze,
Where deathless flowers and healing balm
| For tired eyes, and holy calm
Await the brave whose fadeless bays
Growing immortal brows reward
Heroes whose lives were given to guard
The Right, through the eternal days.
What shall we say Memorial Day?
That we tread fearlessly the way
| From Manhood's prime to Ages frost:
As in the grand, grim past we trod
The wine-press Of the Wrath of God
! Regardless Of the pain or COST
That still we prize DER wealth and power
Our fatherland, and Freedoms dover,
For which such precious lives were lost.
Charles Winslow Hall, May National Maya
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