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Lucerna (Switzerland) (search for this): chapter 79
the years pass by And the World learns how they could do and die. A Nation respects them. The East and West, The far-off slope of the Golden Coast, The stricken South and the North agree That the heroes who died for you and me— Each valiant man, in his own degree, Whether he fell on the shore or sea, Did deeds of which This Land, though rich In histories may boast, And the Sage's Book and the Poet's Lay Are full of the deeds of the Men in Gray. No lion cleft from the rock is ours, Such as Lucerne displays, Our only wealth is in tears and flowers, And words of reverend praise. And the Roses brought to this silent Yard Are Red and White. Behold! They tell how wars for a kingly crown, In the blood of England's best writ down, Left Britain a story whose moral old Is fit to be graven in text of gold: The moral is, that when battles cease The ramparts smile in the blooms of peace. And flowers to-day were hither brought From the gallant men who against us fought; York and Lancaster!—Gray
Norfolk (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 79
Our heroic dead. A Poem by Captain James Barron hope. Read on Memorial Day at Norfolk, June 18th, 1884. A King once said of a Prince struck down, ‘Taller he seems in death.’ And this speech holds truth, for now as then 'Tis after death that we measure men. And as mists of the past are rolled away Our heroes, who died in their tattered gray, Grow ‘taller’ and greater in all their parts Till they fill our minds as they fill our hearts. And for those who lament them there's this relief— Th hither brought From the gallant men who against us fought; York and Lancaster!—Gray and Blue! Each to itself and the other true!— And so I say Our Men in Gray Have left to the South and North a tale Which none of the glories of Earth can pale. Norfolk has names in the sleeping host Which fill us with mournful pride— Taylor and Newton, we well may boast, McPhail, and Walke, and Selden, too, Brave as the bravest, as truest true! And Grandy struck down ere his May became June, A battle-
Lancaster (search for this): chapter 79
uch as Lucerne displays, Our only wealth is in tears and flowers, And words of reverend praise. And the Roses brought to this silent Yard Are Red and White. Behold! They tell how wars for a kingly crown, In the blood of England's best writ down, Left Britain a story whose moral old Is fit to be graven in text of gold: The moral is, that when battles cease The ramparts smile in the blooms of peace. And flowers to-day were hither brought From the gallant men who against us fought; York and Lancaster!—Gray and Blue! Each to itself and the other true!— And so I say Our Men in Gray Have left to the South and North a tale Which none of the glories of Earth can pale. Norfolk has names in the sleeping host Which fill us with mournful pride— Taylor and Newton, we well may boast, McPhail, and Walke, and Selden, too, Brave as the bravest, as truest true! And Grandy struck down ere his May became June, A battle-flag folded away too soon, And Williams, than whom not a man stood higher 'Mid the <
Zebulon York (search for this): chapter 79
k is ours, Such as Lucerne displays, Our only wealth is in tears and flowers, And words of reverend praise. And the Roses brought to this silent Yard Are Red and White. Behold! They tell how wars for a kingly crown, In the blood of England's best writ down, Left Britain a story whose moral old Is fit to be graven in text of gold: The moral is, that when battles cease The ramparts smile in the blooms of peace. And flowers to-day were hither brought From the gallant men who against us fought; York and Lancaster!—Gray and Blue! Each to itself and the other true!— And so I say Our Men in Gray Have left to the South and North a tale Which none of the glories of Earth can pale. Norfolk has names in the sleeping host Which fill us with mournful pride— Taylor and Newton, we well may boast, McPhail, and Walke, and Selden, too, Brave as the bravest, as truest true! And Grandy struck down ere his May became June, A battle-flag folded away too soon, And Williams, than whom not a man stood highe<
James Barron (search for this): chapter 79
Our heroic dead. A Poem by Captain James Barron hope. Read on Memorial Day at Norfolk, June 18th, 1884. A King once said of a Prince struck down, ‘Taller he seems in death.’ And this speech holds truth, for now as then 'Tis after death that we measure men. And as mists of the past are rolled away Our heroes, who died in their tattered gray, Grow ‘taller’ and greater in all their parts Till they fill our minds as they fill our hearts. And for those who lament them there's this relief— That Glory sits by the side of Grief, Yes, they grow ‘taller’ as the years pass by And the World learns how they could do and die. A Nation respects them. The East and West, The far-off slope of the Golden Coast, The stricken South and the North agree That the heroes who died for you and me— Each valiant man, in his own degree, Whether he fell on the shore or sea, Did deeds of which This Land, though rich In histories may boast, And the Sage's Book and the Poet's Lay Are full of the deeds
Richard Taylor (search for this): chapter 79
ft Britain a story whose moral old Is fit to be graven in text of gold: The moral is, that when battles cease The ramparts smile in the blooms of peace. And flowers to-day were hither brought From the gallant men who against us fought; York and Lancaster!—Gray and Blue! Each to itself and the other true!— And so I say Our Men in Gray Have left to the South and North a tale Which none of the glories of Earth can pale. Norfolk has names in the sleeping host Which fill us with mournful pride— Taylor and Newton, we well may boast, McPhail, and Walke, and Selden, too, Brave as the bravest, as truest true! And Grandy struck down ere his May became June, A battle-flag folded away too soon, And Williams, than whom not a man stood higher 'Mid the host of heroes baptized in fire. And Mallory, whose sires aforetime died, When Freedom and Danger stood side by side. McIntosh, too, with his boarders slain, Saunders and Jackson, the unripe grain, And Taliaferro, stately as knight of old, A blade o<
Marcus J. Wright (search for this): chapter 79
, McPhail, and Walke, and Selden, too, Brave as the bravest, as truest true! And Grandy struck down ere his May became June, A battle-flag folded away too soon, And Williams, than whom not a man stood higher 'Mid the host of heroes baptized in fire. And Mallory, whose sires aforetime died, When Freedom and Danger stood side by side. McIntosh, too, with his boarders slain, Saunders and Jackson, the unripe grain, And Taliaferro, stately as knight of old, A blade of steel with a sheath of gold. And Wright, who fell on the Crater's red sod, Gave his life to the Cause, his soul to God. These are random shots at the field of Fame, But each rings out on a noble name. Yes, names like bayonet points, when massed, Blaze out as we gaze on the splendid past. That past is now like an Arctic Sea Where the living currents have ceased to run, But over that past the fame of Lee Shines out as the ‘Midnight Sun;’ And that glorious Orb, in its march sublime, Shall gild our graves till the end of t
S. H. Saunders (search for this): chapter 79
an pale. Norfolk has names in the sleeping host Which fill us with mournful pride— Taylor and Newton, we well may boast, McPhail, and Walke, and Selden, too, Brave as the bravest, as truest true! And Grandy struck down ere his May became June, A battle-flag folded away too soon, And Williams, than whom not a man stood higher 'Mid the host of heroes baptized in fire. And Mallory, whose sires aforetime died, When Freedom and Danger stood side by side. McIntosh, too, with his boarders slain, Saunders and Jackson, the unripe grain, And Taliaferro, stately as knight of old, A blade of steel with a sheath of gold. And Wright, who fell on the Crater's red sod, Gave his life to the Cause, his soul to God. These are random shots at the field of Fame, But each rings out on a noble name. Yes, names like bayonet points, when massed, Blaze out as we gaze on the splendid past. That past is now like an Arctic Sea Where the living currents have ceased to run, But over that past the fame of Lee Shi
D. G. McIntosh (search for this): chapter 79
tale Which none of the glories of Earth can pale. Norfolk has names in the sleeping host Which fill us with mournful pride— Taylor and Newton, we well may boast, McPhail, and Walke, and Selden, too, Brave as the bravest, as truest true! And Grandy struck down ere his May became June, A battle-flag folded away too soon, And Williams, than whom not a man stood higher 'Mid the host of heroes baptized in fire. And Mallory, whose sires aforetime died, When Freedom and Danger stood side by side. McIntosh, too, with his boarders slain, Saunders and Jackson, the unripe grain, And Taliaferro, stately as knight of old, A blade of steel with a sheath of gold. And Wright, who fell on the Crater's red sod, Gave his life to the Cause, his soul to God. These are random shots at the field of Fame, But each rings out on a noble name. Yes, names like bayonet points, when massed, Blaze out as we gaze on the splendid past. That past is now like an Arctic Sea Where the living currents have ceased to ru
Selden (search for this): chapter 79
of gold: The moral is, that when battles cease The ramparts smile in the blooms of peace. And flowers to-day were hither brought From the gallant men who against us fought; York and Lancaster!—Gray and Blue! Each to itself and the other true!— And so I say Our Men in Gray Have left to the South and North a tale Which none of the glories of Earth can pale. Norfolk has names in the sleeping host Which fill us with mournful pride— Taylor and Newton, we well may boast, McPhail, and Walke, and Selden, too, Brave as the bravest, as truest true! And Grandy struck down ere his May became June, A battle-flag folded away too soon, And Williams, than whom not a man stood higher 'Mid the host of heroes baptized in fire. And Mallory, whose sires aforetime died, When Freedom and Danger stood side by side. McIntosh, too, with his boarders slain, Saunders and Jackson, the unripe grain, And Taliaferro, stately as knight of old, A blade of steel with a sheath of gold. And Wright, who fell on the Cra<
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