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Show Columbia's Chevaliers Br.T.CHARBAUGH . A wreath Columbia weaves today, Beneath her flag of 8tare A wreath of roses and of spray For those who fought her ware; They Bleep -on many a field of fame And round the doors of Home, All wearers of a deathless name, Beneath the starry dome. No challenge from their blvouao comet No bugles stir the air, j No picket's shout, no roll ot drums, ! For all Is silent there. The mother-heart of Freedom's land Reveres the deeds of all, And softly from Columbia's hand Kind Nature's treasures fall. In endless line they take their rest Who saw the foe advance, On Round Top's blood. bespattered crest, And the fire-swept fields of France; Their deeds are blazed on Hlstory'i scroll, And crowned by Victory; Their names are writ on Glory's roll For all the world to see. Their comrades at "Attention" stand To hear the last tattoo, With silent tongue ana lifted hand, In Khaki and In Blue; Some camp In many a distant clime, Those men of Iron will, But thro' the corrldora of Time, Tho' dead, there marching still, O Mother land, how sleep our brave Who hath In battle strlvenl Columbia waves above their graves The Flag she set In heaven; She leaves them, 'neath her tributes weet, In God, the Father's, keeping, Nor trumpet's blare, nor tramp of feet Are heard where they are sleeping ( )1. W-iUro New-pip-- Union.) |