Show TUB BLUE ANT AND THE GRAY by francis miles lilies finch by the flow ot of the inland river whence the fleets of iron have fled where the blades of the grave grass quiver asleep are the ranks of the dead under the sod and the dew waiting the judgment day under the one the blue under the other the gray from the silence of sorrowful hours the desolate mourners go lovingly laden with flowers alike for the friend and the foe under the sod and the dew waiting the judgment day under the roses the blue under the lilies illies the gray so with an equal splendor the morning sun rays fill fall with a touch impartially tender on the blossoms blooming for all under the sod and the dew waiting the judgment day Brol dered with gold the blue mellowed with gold the gray so when the summer eummer calleta on forest and field of grain with an equal murmur falleth the cooling drip of the rain under unde the sod and the dew waiting the judgment day wet with the rain the blue wet with the rain the gray no more shall the war cry sever or the winding rivers be red they banish our anger forever when they laurel the graves or of our dead under the sod and the dew waiting the judgment day love and tears for the blue tears and love jove for the gray |