The labor journal. [volume] (Everett, Wash.) 1909-1976, 1913-02-07


4 < rested ON the battle shells
From he wars long scene Of hor-
ror now the nation found re-
lease
All the day the old war busles blew the
blessed notes of peace
Thwart the twilahts damask curtains fell
the night upon the land
Like Gods smile Of bcncdction Swallowed
family by his hand.
In the twilight. in the dusk light. in the
starlight. everywhere,
Banners waved like gardeued flowers in
the palptatins arr
In arts temple there were greetings, gen
tie hurryngs Of feet
And triumphant strains of music rose
amid the numbers sweet
Soldiers gathered, heroes gathered. WON.
en- beautiful were there.
viii he come, the lands beloved, there to
rest an hour from care?
VIII he come who for the people long the
cross of pain has borne.
Prayed in silence. wept in silence held the
hand of God alone?
VIII he share the hour of triumph now his
mighty work is done.
Here receive the peoples plaudits now the
victory is won?
Ger thy dimpled waves, Potomac. softly
now the mOOnbeamS creep;
Ger far Arington's green meadows, where
the brave forever sleep,
'Tis Good Friday Bells are tolling; bells
of chapels beat the air
On thy quiet shores, Potomac; Arlington,
serene and fair
And he comes, the nations hero, from the
White House, worn with care;
Hears the name of Lincoln" ringing in
the thronged streets everywhere;
IL
long uplifted heart
Hears the paudits of the people as he
gains the Han of Art.
Throbs the air with thrilling music, gayly
onward sweeps the play.
But he little heeds the laughter, for his
thoughts are far away,
And he whispers, family, sadly: loft
blessed form | see
Walking calmly mid the people on the
shores Of Galiee
oft I've wished his steps to follow. Gently
listen, wife of mine.
When the cares of state are over | will so
to Palestine,
And the paths the blessed follow ! will
walk from sea to sea,
Follow him who healed the people on the
shores of Galilee."
Hung the flag triumphant Ger him. and
his eyes with tears We're dim,
Though a thousand eyes before him lifted
oft their smile to him
Forms Of statesmen, forms of heroes, wo-
men beautiful were there,
But it was another vision that had Gained
his brow of care.
Tabor glowed in light before him, Carmel
in The evening sun,
Faiths strong armies grandly marching
through the vale of Esdralon;
Bethanys palm shaded gardens, where the
Lord the sisters met,
And the Paschal moon arising DER the
brow of Olivet.
Now the breath of light applause rose the
tempted arches through,
Stirred the folds of silhen banners, min
gled red and white and blue,
But the dreamer seemed to heed not rose
the past his eye before
Armies guarding the Potomac flashing
through the Shenandoah;
Gathering armies, darkening waves, he
roes marching forth to die;
Chickamauga, Chattanooga and the Battle
of the Sky;
Silent prayers to free the bondmen in the
ordeal of fire,
And Gods angels sword uplifted to fulfill
his hearts desire
Thought he of the streets of Richmond on
the late triumphant day
When the swords of vanquished leaders
at his feet surrendered lay,
When amid the sweet bells ringing all the
sable multitudeS
Shouted forth the name Of "Lincoln!" like
a rushing of the floods;
Thought OF all his heart had suffered, all
his struggles and renown,
Dreaming not that just above him lifted
was the martyrs crown
Seeing not the dark form stealing through
the music haunted air,
Knowing not that mid the triumph the
betrayer's feet were there.
April morning; flags are blowing 'thwart
each flag a sable bar.
Hear the peoples benedctions; hear the
nations praise the dead.
Lovely land of Palestine, he thy shores
will never see;
But, his dream fulfilled he follows him
who walked in Galiee.
--Hezekiah Butterworth.