Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-05-31
IN MEMORY OF THE DEAD
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came stern. inexorable host; and the
| heart Of the sad faced man was lifted
| up as he heard the muffled tramplinG
Of the hundreds Of thousands of sons
who answered to his call; and SO the
bugle sang, and the war drums rolled
day by day, and night by night. col
umns and squadrons and nayies swept
on down To the splendid cruel fields Of
war: and not till treason lay bound and
conquered did they pause. and the sad
faced Lincoln realize that under the
providence of God it had been his mis-
sion TO conserve the liberty ana autono-
my of the greatest nation of the world.
Honor TO the soldier IF the republic
| see some of them here today. Men.
envy your heroic record; | envy you
the opportunity which came To you in
the old days. There is no record like
it. Compared with what you did and
suffered and accomplished. the wars of
other days and other lands We're as
child's play. The nation cannot repay
you. ! know that peoples, like indi-
viduals. are ungrateful. The gay and
thOughtless will laugh and smirll and
enjoy their idle pleasures. like the
moths of existence they are; the busy
and the selfish may pass YOU by with
Indifference or regard YOU with ne
glect: but what need YOU care. They
owe their all To you. The laurel rests
upon your brow. and il is a prouder
coronet than any worn by earthly king.
Honor To the soldiers of the republic.
never pass am old soldier that | do
not feel like lifting my hat in respect
full reverence. The soldier. living and
dead. will keep alive the spirit which
kept the flag flying in the dark. dark
days. We have no fear tor tn future.
so long as we know that our children
are reading the history Of the deeds Of
these men. and the glory of Gettysburg
and Shiloh: the memory Of Sheridan
and Grant and Hooker and sherman
and Thomas; the memory of all. leaders
and privates who made history in the
days of the COS. shall not pass away.
for the American soldier has no peer
among the fighting nations of the
world
Fifty years have passed since the
conscience of the Union responded to
the call of Father Abraham, and the
bivouac of the dead is larger. far larger
now than that of the living; and to-
day we come To testify TO our love by
covering their tombS with the sweet
est and most beautiful tokens of human
affections Here we scatter flowers,
flowers and tears. Hope, of course. we
have We shall see our dear ones
again: and il is because of this hope,
because of faith. that we bring our
flowers. and our tears are not all pain.
Honor to the soldiers of the repub
lie:
In the beauty OF the lilies Christ was
born across the sea.
With glory in His bosom that trans
figures YOU and me;
As he died to make men holy. let us
die to make men free
This was their grand battle song;
and by what they wrought we conceive
the genius of the republic in the like
ness of a woman of heroic proportions,
treading the worlds highways, holding
aloft the beacon of progress, a sign UNI
to strange people of alien lands, invit-
ing civilization and humanity to follow
i'm the shining path she treads.
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God of our fathers. known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine;
Lord God of Hosts, he with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest We forget"