Long they our statues shall crown, in songs our mem ory cherish; We shall look forth from our heaven, pleased the sweet music to hear. VANQUISHED BY FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE I Not by the ball or brand II Unmovèd, undismayed, In the crash and carnage of the cannonade,- The dauntless spirit that o'erruled the storm. III While the Hero peaceful slept A foeman to his chamber crept, Lightly to the slumberer came, Touched his brow and breathed his name: Suddenly an icy blast. IV The Hero woke, rose undismayed, V The Conqueror of a hundred fields THE NATION'S DEAD ANONYMOUS Four hundred thousand men Lie dead for me and you! Four hundred thousand of the brave Good friend, for me and you! In many a fevered swamp, By many a black bayou, In many a cold and frozen camp, From western plain to ocean tide Are stretched the graves of those who died For me and you! Good friend, for me and you! On many a bloody plain Their ready swords they drew, To gain for me and you! Our brothers mustered by our side; They marched, they fought, and bravely died For me and you! Good friend, for me and you! Up many a fortress wall They charged-those boys in blue— These noble men-the Nation's pride- Good friend, for me and you! In treason's prison-hold Their martyr spirits grew They starved for me and you! The good, the patient, and the tried, Good friend, for me and you! A debt we ne'er can pay To them is justly due, And to the Nation's latest day Good friend, for me and you! A BALLAD OF HEROES BY AUSTIN DOBSON "Now all your victories are in vain." Because you passed, and now are not- Though it may be, above the plot The unregarding grasses sway; The deeds you wrought are not in vain. No, for while yet in tower or cot The sordid cares-of cities gray; ENVOY Heroes of old, I humbly lay The laurel on your graves again; Whatever men have done, men may— The deeds you wrought are not in vain. |