Show The Grand trimty Hand The follow ing poem rend In Miss Mat his Sells nt lice Grand Arm benefit lost evening is published nt the iequc t of several old soldiers who desire to keep a coPY of it ItTiE TiE OIIANU AllMY II WOn WO-n the coming years nt lIme most a score When the Nations heroes cern hero no more When tho ghostly ranks on tho other side Shall fall in on the lineof the lleavenlj tide When the tribute of tears shall unceasingly flow Por tho Due and theGraj tho friend and the foe I Tho children of men in this God blessed land VIII honor the deeds of tho G A I band They breasted the tide when tho Nations best blood Was spilled in defense with a geneions flood Aid tho howl of tho shot und the hiss of the shell Vero their spirits harsh requiem nnd fu nerd knell When the deadly fever and enemous chi Sapped up their lifeblood on plateau and When tho stoutest of hearts quailed for Freedom fair land They were strengthened and cheered bj the G A 11 band Their looks are now whitod their hearts blood runs chill Yet these nro the men who had spirit and lo battle for unity i country and home 10 haven where Gods oppressed creatures might come Where honor and happiness always nwnits Tho needy and worthy who enter its gates This keystone of liberty this fair happy land Was saved to ns all by the G A I bind The floodlois I of Time with its burden of years Renders palsied tho arm of the brave volun tear Yet their hearts nro ns tote as when called to the fray A bulwark of manhood in battle array then out of our store of affection and lovo Lot us give to them tol ens that doubly shall prove That the highest the lowest tho best in the land Will love help and honor lice G A I band And when Death tbs grim monster shall call the last roll Let us elll that the bind will achieve the nSbwrtt goal That tho lips we once kissed with our hearts brimming ocr Will sing peana of praise on the bright golden gol-den shore That tho hearts ones BO true to their country coun-try and God Shall spring holy with fire from earths hollowed hol-lowed sod To bless us their children and this happy land Hcqueathod through tho blood of tho G A I band |