Lie the true martyrs of the fight, What worlds of all this world's distress, Their graves are like a lover's bower; ONLY A SOLDIER'S GRAVE BY S. A. JONES, OF ABERDEEN, MISS. Only a soldier's grave! Pass by, True, he was loving, and young, and brave, Of griefs endured, or of triumphs won; Yet bravely he wielded his sword in fight, When his hope was high, and his youthful dream Yet, should we mark it-the soldier's grave, Would bear him home to his native clay; (Southern.) READING THE LIST ANONYMOUS "Is there any news of the war?" she said. "Only a list of the wounded and dead," Was the man's reply, Without lifting his eye To the face of the woman standing by. ""Tis the very thing I want," she said; Of the wounded and killed in the fatal fray. In the very midst, was a pause to tell Of his captain nigh— What ails the woman standing near? Her face has the ashen hue of fear! 66 Well, well, read on; is he wounded? Quick! O God! but my heart is sorrow-sick! Is he wounded?" "No; he fell, they say, Sadly she opened her eyes to the light; God pity the cheerless Widow Gray, DECORATION DAY BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Sleep, comrades! sleep and rest Ye have slept on the ground before, At the cannon's sudden roar, Or the drum's redoubling beat. But in this camp of death No sound your slumber breaks; Here is no fevered breath, No wound that bleeds and aches. All is repose and peace; Rest, comrades! rest and sleep! As sentinels, to keep Your rest from dangers free. Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours. OUR COUNTRY'S DEFENDERS BY WILLIAM MCKINLEY Blessed is that country whose soldiers fight for it and are willing to give the best they have, the best that any man has, their own lives, to preserve it because they love it. Such an army the United States has always commanded in every crisis of her history. From the War of the Revolution to the late Civil War, the men followed that flag in battle because they loved that flag and believed in what it represented. That was the stuff of which the volunteer army of '61 was made. Every one of them not only fought, but thought. And many of them did their own thinking and did not always agree with their commander. A young soldier in the late war was on the battle line ahead with the color-guard, bearing the stars and stripes way in front of the line, but the enemy still in front of him. The general called out to the colorbearer, "Bring those colors back to the line," and quicker than any bullet that young soldier answered back, "Bring the line up to the colors." It was the voice of command; there was a man behind it, and there was patriotism in his heart. "So nigh is grandeur to our dust; So near to God is man, When duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth replies, "I can.'" And so, more than two million brave men thus responded and made up an army grander than any army |