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Show DAYj W30' The Qrand Army of the Republic. Day by day tliolr rnnkii nro thinning, ono by ono they disappear. And nt each succeeding roll call, fowcr voices answer: "Hcrol" SOU tliclr regiments arc marching mnny inarch with noiseless tread, And no bugles sound "assembly" In tho bivouac ot tho dead. Hats aro reverently lifted to tlio heroes lying here; Lift them to tho living heroes-hall them all with cheer on cheer. Not for long will they bo with us; soon each regiment will bo Tented hero beneath tho blossoms mt the land It helped to freo. nut to-day the drums aro mufllcd nnd tho dag nt hnlf-umst waves, Keeping green dead heroes' memories al tho grass above tlielr graves. Still another weary winter shrouded In tho snow they lay; Now wo tiring them crowns and garlands of tho loveliest blooms of May. Let them rest In honored slumber, whllo tholr prfilso, from shoro to shore, Eighty millions throats aro swelllng-wo nro freo forcvcrmorol Elslo Florence Fay, In Success Magazine. Maga-zine. THE NEW MEMORIAL DAY. With blossom-lndcn bands, to-day the nation na-tion stands, Beside tho graves of thoso who died for liberty. Tho story Is long told, our hearts can no more hold The bitterness of strife, tho tears, the ngony. Tot tho memory of these men shall perish only when Tho manhood of tho land, tho love of freedom, dlex. And lol bcslito their sod new fold Is turned; for aod Now marytrs called for freedom, 'mid women's tears nnd cries. Ily theso Just newly dead their blood for Cuba shod And these who llo nt peace, In tho land they died to free; SSpg Lot nil men know wo keep thc'lr vigil whllo thoy sloci On guard, for aye, of this great nation's destiny. Theso heroos havo not laid their bravo lives down In vain, Her sons again havo pledged our land to llborty. 0 hoarts that grlevo to-day for soldiers far away, Who boro our country's Hag nnd died to sot men freo. Look up and sigh no moro. I.llto thoso who died before, Tho nation keeps their memories nnd tho people's hearts nro truo. For Chlckamauga still echoes on through San Juan Hill To ono nation nnd ono peoplo 'ncath tho rod, whllo and bluo. To the Nation's Dead. Long luivo they lain 'ncath the grass and sod, Thoso noblo sons Unit In battlo trod. No moro tho sound of tho buglo call Shall quicken their steps to duty's call. Thoy only wait for tho trumpet sounU, .When tho great una good Bhall ut last be crowned, And tho battlo and strlfo of yesterday Shall bo lost ullko to tho llluo und Gray. Yo who march on this day In May, To scattor garlunds ot llow'rots gay Ovor tho mounds ot soft green sward, Whero sleep tho bravo In buttle gored; Know that to these yo owe your laud, So scatter thu buds with willing hand, With thoughts of lovo whllo lips do pray For tho ponce and rest of thu liluo and O ray. And lot tho llug on enuh gravo rest, Of him whoso strugglo mudo It blest, Thoso Stnrs and Stripes let proudly wnvo Abovo each soldier honored gravo. For theso nro they who held thorn high, Caring not thut they should die. So lot tho Union feel to-day Thoughts of lovo for tho llluo nnd CI ray. Sleeping, Not Cind. Yo sllont men, who to your country gavo Tho last full measure of dovotlou llfo Yo full asleep whllo tho tumultuous strlfo Around you swelled In fury, llko thu wuvo Which brcuks upon tho rocks which provo its gruvo. To-duy, around you all tho air Is rlfo With walling cries from buglo and from life Tb volco of thnt dear land you died to save, Nav, yo havo nover died yo llvo tordny In ovory soul which Joys that It lu freu; In that fair Hag with which tho breezes play, With ovory flashing star undlmmod, un-last; un-last; In all our hoarts, which clay llko yours shall bo Ueforu our land forgets what freedom cost. -Nlnotto M. Lawn tor, In N. Y. Sun. The Fallen. Hurkt a buglo winds shrill O'or tho brow of tho hill, At whoso base styglan waters outpour; 'TIs our comrades, beyond night, Signal back through tho night To tho few who uro loft on this shore. Old Charon oars froo Our bruvo hosts through tha sea, As thoy, prompt to tho buglo, respond How his boat rocks and rolls, With tho weight of their souls, Who uro linked with affection's strong bond. To tho bluo und tho gruy Ulvvs ha each right of way, And u chuplet ot glory as well; Slnco nobly they fought Each as honor had taught, And nobly, us heroes, thoy foil. |
