The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-04-27

and tried who have gone before; soon
the last tattoo shall beat, the last re-
veiue sound; duty discharged, life's
burdens soon to end. we trust that
each and every spirit. both friend and
foe, may be winged BY Heaven to fly
/, at infinite and reap it's reward where
seraphs gather Immortality fast around
the throne of God. Trusting to the
saving grace, love and mercy of the
blessed Savior of man, we fear no evil
and calmly, patiently await the final
roll call in the beautiful blissful be-
yond,
where the saints of all ages in har-
mony meet,
The Savior and brethren transported
to greet,
Where the anthems of rapture unceas-
ingIy roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast
of the SOUL
Until then we will ever sweetly
sing:
Dear vale of old Dixie, how calm can
we rest,
In thy bosom of shade with the
friends we love best,
Where the storms that we feel in this
cold world shall cease,
And our hearts like thy waters be
mingled in peace"
And for Dixie, dear old Dixie, God
knows we yet would lay us down and
die.
Sweet in chime with the fitness of
things it is that this memorial celebra-
ton is held at this heason of the year.
when the Eternal Artist is reddening
the heart of the rose and tinting the
cheek of the lily and when rose and
lily, awakened from the icy sleep of
winter, are telling the logic of life af-
ter death in every petal that drinks
the blood of its life from the ardent
kiss of the sun. If to him who studies
nature in her visible forms, she speaks
various language, surely to him there
is a sermon in every budding tree and
song in every opening flower. Spring
Symbolizes the dearest hope that
dwells in human hearts, the fulfillment
of the sweetest prophecy ever spoken
to human ears, the unfolding of the
deepest mystery that ever baffled hui
man thought. Strike from the contem-
plation of mankind the idea of a
resurrection and you darken the per-
spective of life so that at the end, on
every grave is night and beyond
every grave is naught. The sting 0r
death in retroaction will poison every
life, and the victory of the grave will
drag at its car the trophied ashes of
every human hope. Give back the
promise of a soul undying, and that
Easter long ago, streaming glory from
the cross, will rout the darkness of the
earth, pour radiance upon the gloom of
the tomb and brighten and Whiten the
very valley of the shadow. Priceless
is the faith that assures US as the
grey ranks are thinning over here,
where the twilight is dropping, the
broken line is Teuniting where the
bugles are blowing reveille to the
waking dawn of the eternal morning.
Inspired by this thought. ! catch a
vision of the spectral forms of our
mighty dead; and as fancy Iengthens
out the vision. / seem TO see these
majestic spirits forming in a stupen-
dOus circle. In the center stands the
TRANSPORTED and glorifed symbol of
the conquered south-a veStal in raj
ment Of spotless white. Her snowy
bosom is bare and a death wound in
her breast is pouring its red Iibration
on freedoms holy altar. And then a
voice seems TO drift out on the hushed
and solemn air:
my brow is bent beneath a heavy
rod:
My face is wan and white with
many woes