The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-05-31

aye, thousand years may PALS
but no drama. no tragedy in all the
world. will be filled with greater
wonder or be followed by mankind
with deeper feeling than the TRACE
dy which tells the story Of his life
AMI DEATH
And now last word and | shall have
finished this part Of m. duty. / speak
to that loyal and patriotic band OF
women, the Relief Corps and Ladies' Of
the G. 4. r. God bless you for the
sunshine and comfort and the flower 9
YOU have planted along the borders to
brighten lifo's ragged pathway for the
old veterans. May the helping hand
You have given them. TO aid them over
the rough places. be at the end OF lifc'S
pathway. hc hold out to YOU by the
Father and lead YOU TO that glorious
land where tho bright green palms
wave a welcome home.
In harmony with tho spirit and teach
jngs Of our free institutions. and In
recognition o. their heroic sacrifices,
the nation has decrccd that this day
shall be given to It's soldier dead T
approach this part oc my duty with
! trembling and hesitation.
Beneath his cOuntry's flag. my first
born hoy-a volunteer of the Spanish
war-l"s sleeping: while away on. in
Flanders Field. q nephew. who bears my
surname W. y. Phillips - lies some
whore. unidentified. in an unknown
grave, and with you today I come To
drop a tear. TO place n flower, humble
though he my offering.
The Bivouno Of the Dead
Again the bugle sounds the revcille.
and yet again tho soldiers Of the repuo-
lie are marshaled In review.
There arc vacant places. There nre
comrades missing. Vainly does the
hucle call. Awake, Awake. But from
the dim silence OF the past etcho an
Ewcrs: Absent! Absent! Eternally ali
sent. And memories carry us to tho
silent cities upon the hill. Hush! Treod
lightly. disturb not these slumbers,
Ills the Bi~Ouac Of the Dc&;." Be-
Meath these lowIy pounds OF earth, coy
cred today with flowers. from which
arises the fragrant incense cf your love
and devotion,
They sleep the sleep that knows no
waking. and dream Of battle fields
no more"
Never again tho midnight alarm:
mover again to pace the weary watches
Of the night: never again to charge
over the Top" through rain OF iron
md lcadcn hail. of liquid flame and pol
sonnus gas: no more tho wild shout OF
victory, when the battle has been won;
no more to walk among the dead ana
dying, mlnister!ng TO comrades wants
r,r listening to his dying words as ne
sends n last message to home and
mother.
No. no. soldiers Of the republic. the
Inst charge has been m,.de. the recall
has been ordered. taps have sounded
and your comrades are forever NJ rest
To the JOYOUS laughter OF the heeuIesS
through who make this sacred day
dav Of pleasure. or tho suppressed soos
- dcor onns uron their tomhs their
oars forever closed, the storm king
riJjn- rnon the gale and shrieking out
q requiem 10 the damned, or the solt
rcntln winds Of sprngtImc murmuring
lullaby as they pass through the pro-
,ect,ng arms Of the weeping willow. or
mo lyttlr white cross above them has
neither terror or charms for them. To
No wild shouts of victory, when the
battle has hr"n won. or tho dying wall
If the vGnqu;ehcd. their cars are tor-
ever closed: but needless alike or JOY
nr sorrow. Of storm or calm. or TictorE
o,. defeat. they sleep. until the Angel OF
God declares times ahall be no more.
To their glorious records and their
brrolsm. which alone are left IFS as
treasures binding them TO the present
vn today~ray tribue