Putnam patriot., 1911-08-18
DallIes, within three months, WaaLI;ae uithin One Year
General Nathaniel Lyon

General Nathaniel Lyon Tn this year 1911 which marks the Fiftieth Anniversary of the first year of the Civil war and different events that occurred in that first year are be- ing noticed by gatherings such as was held July 21st on the old battlefield of Bull Run, when old veterans both of the Blue and the Gray met together and talked over the scene of fifty years ago and listened to President Taft in one of his able addresses, it k altogeth- CT fitting at this time that an event that cast so mnch gloom and sorrow over the whole North should receive even a slight mention.
 August 10, ls6l, General Nathaniel Lyon was killed Fifty years ago this week his remains were hurried to his native town of Eastfofd The histo- rian has recorded the scene at his bari al in that town. l would only bring to light the following lines written shortly after the death of Lyon by an anonymous writer and was sad by the publisher to be worthy tribute to q true man and a noble soldier"
 c. W. D. Sing, bird, on green Missouri's plain, The saddest song Of sorrow; Drop tears, o clouds, in gentlest rain Ye from the winds can borrow Breathe out, ye winds, your softest
 sigh,
 Weep, flowers, in dewy spendor, For him who well knew how to die, But never to surrender. Up rose serene the August sun
 Upon that day of glory; Up eurled from musket and from gun The war-cloud gray and hoary; Ii gathered like funeral pall
 Now broken and now blended Where rang the bugle's angry call, And rank with rank contended. Four thousand men, as brave and true As eer went forth in daring, Upon the foe that morning threw The strength of their despairing They feared not death-men bless the
 field
 That patriot soldiers die on Fair Freedom $ cause was sword and
 shield,
 And at their head was LYON Their leaders troubled soul looked
 forth
 From eyes of thoughtful brightness; Sad soul the burden of the North Had pressed out all it's liehtness. He gazed upon the unequal fight,
 His ranks all rent and gorY, md fniI tba shuHpNys aInga iiI ,,fabf Round his career of glory. "General, come lead us " loud the
 cry
 From a brave band was ringing "Lead us, and we will stop-or die That battery's awful singing. He spurred to where his heroes stood Twice wounded, mo wound know
 ing
 The fire of battle in his blood
 And on his forehead glowing Oh, withered be that traitor hand, And cursed that aim so deadly, Which smote the bFavest of the land, And dyed his bosom redly Serene he lay, while past him pressed The battles furious billow,- Lav calmly as babe may rest
 Upon it's mothers pillow, So Lyon died and well may flowers lis place ol burial cover, For never had this land of ours
 \ more devoted lover. Living, his country Was his bride, lis love he gave her, dying Liie, fortune, lONe,-he naught denied To her ana to her signing Rest, Patriot, in thy hillside grave, Beside her form who bore thee Long may the land thou diedst to save Her hammered stars wave OCT thee Upon her history'S brightest page, And on Fame $ glowing portal, She'll write thy grand, heroic rage, And grave thy name immortal The above poem, the author of which Is unknown was found pinned to the flag covering the casket containing the body of General Lyon as 1t lay in state al Hartford.