The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1915-10-14
Peace has its ReaUard as goeH as that of sVay,

| luIHeu oOuIuI MY oOulHt
o quick mettle, rich blood, impuls
and love- Good and evil; all nea
| me;
Come, | will make the continent in
dissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race
| the sun ever yet shone upon;
| will make divine magnetic lands.
| With the love of comrades,
With the life long love of comrades
will plant companionship thick al
trees along the rivers of America
and along the shores of the grea'
lakes, and all over the prairies;
[ will make inseparable cities, witt
their arms about each others necks
BY the love of comrades,
By the manly love of comrades"
o, bounteous south, the grandeur
Of thy mountain peaks, the enchant.
nent of thy hills and valleys, the
majesty of thy rivers flowing to the
sea, land of promise, with glorious
climate, wonderful productiveness OF
soil, today, dwelling within your
jorders in sweet content, a happy
prosperous people! What a picture
what blessed transformation from
hose days when this fair land was
soldier ridden, when it felt the aw-
Jul import of desolating war-sound
If the hoof-beat of cavalry, rumble of
he artillery, the roar of death deal,
ng cannon, the tramp, tramp of the
'ppOsing armies. Let us brothers. of
l, IS h. ii f1r,
Who have lived to bless the victories
If peace, go back in retrospect, to
hose dreadful days, those years of
peechless horror, when you of the
ray and we of the blue were in bat
lie array.
There, where the foemen were fierc-
est in meeting;
There, where the cannon gave a dead
Hest greeting;
There, where the marches were
toughest and longest;
there, where the hardships were
weakening the strongest"
All, little did we know each others
nettle. SWhen wars wild alarm came
Yer the land, we started on the path
hat leads to glory; to the merry mu-
SIC of 1.-THE Girl l Left Behind Me-"
We of the north had been made to
believe your wild talk of separation,
VI your warlike preparation, was on
y buster, while you were equally
deceived by your fiery leaders, that
here could be no armed resistance
o secession from the union of states.
hat there was no fight in the north
I'm mud-sell, and so matters drifted
Until that fatal day in April, 1861.
The echo of the boom of that can
ION whose shell struck Fort Sumter,
e-echoed all over the land. We of
he north stood appalled,; you of the
outh elated; but in an instant the
sods of war let loose, all party diff
erences were swept away. We of
he blue rallied to a man in defense
If flag and country, both sections
because armed camps and a bitter,
relentless, fratricidal war was on.
still we held each other in contempt;
We were of the same thought there
was no fight in each other. Recall
he flippant remark of Secretary of
State Seward-"75 900 men, Mr.. Pres
dent, and it's all over in 80 days!"
soon the scales fell. You and we
'ound this was not fight of pigmies,
here was no craYens among us. Too
soon we realized that we were en-
ragged in a war, unparalleled in its
herceness, magnificent, appalling war
If modern times, led by the ablest of
eaders, fought with the undaunted,
intrepid courage of real Americans.
Death lay along the bloody paths we
travelled down into the valley of the
shadows, aye, into the very valley of
death, you and we have fought. All,
he pity of it, sons of common an
,estry, sons of sires who fought to
give us this heritage of nation.
now pitted against each other in hor-
rid fratricidal strife, one to preserve,
one to destroy that nations life. Did
We think of those that waited while
we were on the weary march, as we
paced the lonely beat on the picket.
with death lurking in the shadows
Or in the rifle pits with helPs furies
Of war surrounding us, or in the
charge-and oh, the misery, suffering,
the agony of doubt to your dear ones
surrounded by wars wild havoc. The
clouds of war lifted. We saw the
rift of sunshine. Peace, blessed
peace, came to us war-worn and
weary. II brought the happy thought
of home to us, but oh what did 1t
mean to our tender, true-hearted wo
men? Man, in the excitement of war
glories, forgets it's horrors, while
gentle woman lives ever in agony of
suspense. the greatest sufferer. Let
us thank God those unhappy days are
over--let us look upon this wondrOus
picture-the regeneration of the
south, with its teeming cities, rapid
advance in commercial progress, its
splendid advance in educational lines,
the bountiful harvests from its fer
tile soil, the vast possibilities of
wealth in it's mineral resources. Look
at Tennessee with marble, the best in
the world, and its vast deposits of
coal and iron. Look at Alabama,
with it's gigantic strides in mineral
production and the wonderful build
ing up of its marts of trade. Do you
recall that old-time melody
rif
sweet Alabama, dear Alabama
II | live till sunrise tomorrow,
I'm going bac kto old Alabama again"
Each southern state is advancing
along lines of industry and prosper
ity. It's charm of climate is more
perhaps, in that won
drous state, Florida. All, to us of
the north, when winter blasts come