ON MEM 0 RIAL time for patriotic thoughts as we strew flowers over the graves of our heroes netiler year has rolled around A mace we cut tile the lilacs tile the snowballs tile thu peo peonies illes and other otha flowers lah which our bur yards abound at it this alme of bf the year ind reverently laid then on alio 06 graves of our soldier dedd dead it has fias been ti a year of stress and torm storm tor for many of us a n year sear of war and rumors of ar war in illo land we do well to put ut aside the ilie duties of the season for a few hours and go out to alie cemetery where we may mak reflect on the great sacrifice of tile the heroes an and d h heroines colnes bu burled alea there write s james M pierce in the iowa homstead memorial day Is to me one of the ff addest and loneliest days of the whole year I 1 remember the tha sears sears which haap gone tile the father who left the d happy home circle never to cretu return ril lying today in an unknown grave in the sunny southland I 1 remember the uncles who likewise gave up their lives that this nation might be free and tini united ted I 1 remember the struggles and the sacrifices of my enoth mother d and sisters and as I 1 remember them the tears well from my eyes and loneliness cornea combs down around me and upon me like shades of night such a goodly company of brave young men marched forth dropping plow lines and ledger with fifes cifes and drums quickening their pulses and their steps find and so few returned and of that pitiful handful which came back how few we have left with us today I 1 the tha ranks of those who don the old and threadworm thre adworn uniform to march out to the cemetery and honor their fallen comrades are thinning rapidly but a few more years and there will be none left among ng us shall we not honor them while they are yet here heie the poet was inspired I 1 believe when he ha wrote these lines its lonesome sort sori olon 0 lonesome flonesome esome its a sun dy day aay to me it pears like morren moren any day I 1 nearly ever seat 4 at with the stars and stripes above a flut lutter terin ln in tile the air on evry soldiers grave grae id love to lay a lily illy there gone n are re the days when there was north or south when there was division in our jour beloved land today we are united as never before find and as we strew our flowers und reverently lay jai our wreaths we do not think of whether the one we revere wore the blue or the gray he was a liero hero and he fought for what lie he believed to be right lot let me give you three of the stanzas of u poem I 1 love that thai you may read thop over at your leisure so when the summer calleta cal leth on forest and field of 0 grain with an equal kumur falleth the cooling drip of rain lain under the sod and the dew waiting the judgment day wet with the rain the blue wet with the rain the gray sadly but not with upbraiding the gerl generous erous deed was done in tile the storm of the years that are fading no braver battle ewas was won under the sod and the dew walting waiting the judgment day under the blossoms the blue under the garlands the gray no more shall the war cry se sever ver or the winding river be red they banish our anger forever when they laurel the graves of our dead under the sod and the dew waiting the j judgment day love and tears for the blue tears and love for the gray could we do better than to read those these verses aloud or teach one of the children to speak them at school or ask that they be rend nt at whatever exercises may be held in pur our cemeteries we have been drawn together we of the north and the south we of the farm and of tile the CRY city within the past year in the face of a common danger as never before shall we forget that there ever existed dividing lines and unite fill all together in being true allue blue Amerl americans cans dedicated to one an others welfare and prosperity the greatest most closely knit knife nation the sun ever shone bhone on