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Show t 1 Unknown Blue and Gre & & m a Br WILBUR D. NESBIT There are unknown jrrave in the vallcya That the troops or war possessed, Whtre the bugles sounded for rallies But the bullets tarn of rest; And the mountains hold without number HidJen graves from war's mad cav, Where the unknown men have their slumber In thoir shrouds of blue and cray. And no drums will rumble and rattla. And no fifes blow sharp and shtdl In the va'leys that knew the battla, , Nor atop the lone b gh hill; , But the silent stars know the story And the broad sky of the day Bends and whispets low of their flory To these man of blue and fray. And no banners o'er them are waving. No marchers come and pause With cheers far the land of the.r saving Or tears for their lost cause; Yet the iwilicht stars iuterrmrcle With the hues when ends the day. And the striving flaps row are single O'er Die men of blue and crey. . , i There are unknown graves in the thickets, j On the hnlsido and the plain. : Of the missing scouts and the pickets, : , Yet they did not fall in vain. Thouch their names may not be engraven j And their places in the fiay, j In our hearts now each finds a haven I They who wore the blue and gray. For the God of battles is kind'y With none of mankind's hale That is cherished ever too blindly I And these pawns of warefare's fata Have their tombs of natute's splendor Each set forth in proud array Through an impulse holy and tender. Though they wore the blue and gray. Where once were the guns that wrangled Sounds the peace song of the thrush. And the roses and vines are tangled 4 In the solemn, sacred hush; Where the cannon one day would hurt! Their missiles in the fray Grows the rue and the creeping myrtle t O'er the grave of blue and gray. They are nature's hands that are strewing The flowers on each mound; It is God't own beautiful doing ' That each unknown grave is found Where the cypress leaves are aquivex. Where peaks lift through the day, 1 Where the forest sighs to the river I Of the unknown blue and gray. I |
