111. Babes in the wood.
by C. C.So you've buried the flag at Memphis
How many fathoms deep?
What seal did you set on the Stars and Stripes?
And who that grave shall keep?
Alas, for the dead at Memphis
Mere dust to dust you bear;
No vision of Life all glorified,
Of Love grown heavenly fair;--
No radiant dream, with a Christly sign,
Of the victor's living palm;
Of the odorous golden joy that dares
Join seraphs in their psalm!
You never read, in a rich man's cave
The Life of a world lay, slain!
And the mourning women went to watch,
But found — where he had lain.
Come, guess-Who roll'd from his cave the rock?
Who broke great Pilate's seal?--
While the soldiers sleep, and the women weep,
Base hands the Body steal.
Vain guess for knowledge! Children dear,
Not Death lay in that cave,
But Living Love! While the world above
Went wailing, “Died to save!”
 Well — judge if Freedom's sacred sign
Can moulder under ground,
With the march of a million men o'erhead,
Their banners eagle-crowned?
From Plymouth Rock to the Golden Gate,
A shout goes right and left;
The aliens' dreamful watch is done--
The sepulchre is cleft.
Weak hands! Heap clay on the Stars of God!
They never shone before!
They rend the shroud, and they pierce the cloud;
All hail, then, Thirty-Four!