Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1910-06-02
In Memory of
FeHolD Comrades

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The cannons of war are silent and still,
The bugle call no more will thrll;i
Our comrades the grave Enclosing,
They have camped in death reposing;
Their swords are crossed upon the shield
Inelr charger died upon the field,
The rider fell beside him sleeping
truce eternal they are keeping.
we come today not to weep nor mourn,
But reheanse the glory they have borne
Deep in our hearts with love emotion,
With fragrant flowers renew devotion:
We remember the deeds of the brave
And carpet with flowers anew their grave,
Sharing the victory they have won,
Fathers and mothers noble son.
We bring today our flowers of love,
With tender hands. place them above
our comrades, the grave entombing
sweetest flowers with fragrance bloom
ing,
Wreathing the marole tomb of the dead,
Remembering their blood CALAMITY shed
Upon the field CHASTITY and CORY
We rejoice in ou- comrades glory.
Under the flag by the weeping willow,
No shroud nor coffin without pillow,
Weave your lilies a winding sheet,
Scatter your flowers with hands replete;
Hold them in love, our comrades brave
Irvine affection around their grave,
Pillow their heads with myrtle and roses
And cover the warrior as he reposes.
we honor victory they have won.
Sleeping peacefully, fighting done,
Their honor and their glory are ours,
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In our hearts loves deep emotion
Holds their memory in sweet devotion
While our prayer to God shall be-
For this land of liberty
Let cedar boughs drop Ger graves of the
dead
Let violets bend low their pure white
head
Let roses bloom with velvet teeming.
over comrades in quiet dreaming,
Let cardinals Irvine all over their tomb,
Let snowballs sweetly, silently bloom,
Let daffodils blow on the fragrant air,
Over the graves ofSour loved and fair.
Today we meet as neighbors and friends,
Today our charity and love extends
Round graves of loved ones, yours and
mine,
Like ivy or cypress, let it entwine.
Cod bless the soldiers in emerald
mounds,
That sleep today in green tent grounds
While stars look down and silently keep
Watch over loved ones fallen asleep.
Here are soldier boys, the grave inclos-
ing,
That camped with Grant, in death re-
posing;
Marched with Sherman on to the sea
Side by side with you and me.
We shed not a tear, express not a sigh;
Dead, but yet they seem so nigh.
Here in the grave our comrades living.
Death was made sweeter by their dying.
We blow no more the bugle blast,
over the Potomac they have passed.
Where they sleep death has no gloom,
Where they sleep is a hallowed tomb
We Irvine affection round their grave
And the dear old flag they died to save,
Unfurl it over their grave of glory
And tell your children the heroes story.
Years have gone by, war is no more;
They fell on the field life stained with
gore.
No more battles, no weary march tramp
ing,
They are mustered out, with death en-
camping.
They dream no more of battles afar,
No smoke nor powder their spirits can
mar:
Here in the grave our comrades sleeping,
Peace, the white flag. holds them in
keeping.
Then lay the white flowers of peace on
the drum.
When we are with them our children
will come,
Entwine their flowers, pure and tender;
Our deeds rehearse, with them remember.
We loved them, yes-dear comrades
that're gone;
They are mustered out, with uniform on.
A crown of reward will sure be given
In the grand review above in heaven
J. r. Mex.