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October 21st, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 108
40. in Memoriam. October 21st, 1861. The oaks whirl down their crimson leaves, And make the pathways red as blood; But redder far, with ghastlier stains, Potomac's banks and rushing flood. We mourn for those, the early dead, Who sleep in glory's crimson grave; Still may their names a watchword be To the sad land they died to save. Now, on the far Pacific's shore, New joined to us in heart and hand, Sad breezes sigh, and mournfully The rivers roll their golden sands. A darker burden bears that stream Whose waters, rolling to the sea, Carry the tribute sealed in blood, Our offering paid to liberty. In grief, in pain, and toil, and tears, We sow the holy seed of truth, That, springing from the blood-drenched earth, Shall blossom in perennial youth. Then rest in peace, O noble hearts, Who to your country's altars gave Your youth, your swords, your lives, your all And died your country's life to save! --Boston Evening Transcript, Oct. 31.
October 31st (search for this): chapter 108
40. in Memoriam. October 21st, 1861. The oaks whirl down their crimson leaves, And make the pathways red as blood; But redder far, with ghastlier stains, Potomac's banks and rushing flood. We mourn for those, the early dead, Who sleep in glory's crimson grave; Still may their names a watchword be To the sad land they died to save. Now, on the far Pacific's shore, New joined to us in heart and hand, Sad breezes sigh, and mournfully The rivers roll their golden sands. A darker burden bears that stream Whose waters, rolling to the sea, Carry the tribute sealed in blood, Our offering paid to liberty. In grief, in pain, and toil, and tears, We sow the holy seed of truth, That, springing from the blood-drenched earth, Shall blossom in perennial youth. Then rest in peace, O noble hearts, Who to your country's altars gave Your youth, your swords, your lives, your all And died your country's life to save! --Boston Evening Transcript, Oct. 31.