of these hallowed hills, as a holy, eternal pledge of fidelity to the life, freedom, and unity of this cherished Republic. OVER THEIR GRAVES BY HENRY JEROME STOCKARD Over their graves rang once the bugle's call, Now through the years the brown pine-needles fall, By hedge, by meadow streamlet, far away, We love our dead where'er so held in thrall. "Come, let us clasp your hands, we're brothers all, Over their graves!" THE BLUE AND THE GRAY ANONYMOUS Each thin hand resting on a grave, A mother knelt, and left her tears O'er many a rood of vale and lawn, From yonder forest charged the blue- The hush of death was on the scene, I know not, dare not question how Of each upturned and stirless face Through all that withering day, I thought of Willie's clear blue eye, That clustered on a fearless brow Of purest Saxon mold; Of Harry, with his raven locks And eagle glance of pride; Of how they clasped each other's hand And left their mother's side; How hand in hand they bore my prayers And blessings on the way A noble heart beneath the blue, The dead, with white and folded hands, I looked and saw his blood, and his; Of blended years flashed o'er me, when, The same that seizes one When men are smitten suddenly Who overstare the sun; And while, blurred with the sudden stroke That swept my soul, I lay, The shadows fall upon their graves; And through the twilight of this soul Why Willie wore the loyal blue, Why Harry wore the gray. A PATRIOTIC MESSAGE FOR MEMORIAL DAY BY GENERAL JAMES LONGSTREET, LIEUTENANT-GENERAL IN THE CONFEDERATE ARMY DURING THE CIVIL WAR The broad, deep Americanism which pulses through the great heart of the Republic to-day will grow broader and deeper with the passing years. I am thankful that I have lived to see this noble result of the war springing into vast and virile life. The passions of the titanic struggle will finally enter upon the sleep of oblivion, and only its splendid accomplishments for the cause of human freedom and a united nation, stronger and richer in patriotism because of the great strife, will be remembered. REUNITED BY F. L. STANTON I've been thinkin' of it over, an' it 'pears to me today The war's the biggest blessin' that has ever come our way; Course, thar'll be some fightin', an' a few more graves'll be Whar the daisies in the medder look their purtiest at me, For that's to be expected; but-the thing that makes me feel That the war's a heavenly blessin' is the wounds that it'll heal! The old wounds that's been ranklin' sence the day that Gin'rul Lee Said we'd rest an' think it over by that old-time appletree! I see the boys that fit us in the Union coats of blue On the same groun',-hale an' hearty, an' a-shakin' howdy-do! |