Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone When many a vanished age hath flown,! Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, A Nor Time's remorseless doom, Shall dim one ray of glory's light 66 ROLL-CALL CORPORAL GREEN!" the Orderly cried; "Cyrus Drew!"-then a silence fell; This time no answer followed the call; Only his rear-man had seen him fall: Killed or wounded-he could not tell. There they stood in the failing light, These men of battle, with grave, dark looks, While slowly gathered the shades of night. I' The fern on the hill-sides was splashed with blood, For the foe had crossed from the other side, That swept them down in its terrible ire; "Herbert Cline!"--At the call there came "Ezra Kerr!"-and a voice answered "Here!" They were brothers, these two; the sad wind And a shudder crept through the cornfield near. "Ephraim Deane!"-then a soldier spoke: "Deane carried our regiment's colors," he said, "When our ensign was shot; I left him dead Just after the enemy wavered and broke. "Close to the roadside his body lies; I paused a moment and gave him to drink; For that company's roll, when called at night, Nathaniel Graham Shepherd [1835-1869] DIRGE FOR ONE WHO FELL IN BATTLE ROOM for a Soldier! lay him in the clover; Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover: Where the rain may rain upon it, Where the sun may shine upon it, Bear him to no dismal tomb under city churches; Take him to the fragrant fields, by the silver birches, Where the whippoorwill shall mourn, where the oriole perches: • Make his mound with sunshine on it, Where the bee will dine upon it, Where the lamb hath lain upon it, And the rain will rain upon it. Busy as the busy bee, his rest should be the clover; Where the sun may shine upon it, Sunshine in his heart, the rain would come full often Where the wind may sigh upon it, "Captain or Colonel," whatever invocation Long as the sun doth shine upon it Shall grow the goodly pine upon it, Long as the stars do gleam upon it Shall Memory come to dream upon it. Thomas William Parsons [1819-1892] DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER CLOSE his eyes; his work is done! In the clover or the snow! What cares he? he cannot know: Lay him low! As man may, he fought his fight, Proved his truth by his endeavor; Let him sleep in solemn night, Sleep forever and forever. Lay him low, lay him low, Fold him in his country's stars, In the clover or the snow! What cares he? he cannot know: Leave him to God's watching eye; Trust him to the hand that made him. Mortal love weeps idly by: God alone has power to aid him. Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow! What cares he? he cannot know: George Henry Boker [1823-1890] 1 "BLOW, BUGLES, BLOW" BLOW, bugles, blow, soft and sweet and low, Sing a good-night song for them who bravely faced the foe; Sing a song of truce to pain, Where they sleep nor wake again, 'Neath the sunshine or the rain Blow, bugles, blow. Wave, banners, wave, above each hero's grave, Fold them, O thou stainless flag that they died to save; All thy stars with glory bright, Bore they on through Treason's night, Through the darkness to the light Wave, banners, wave. Fall, blossoms, fall, over one and all, They who heard their country's cry and answered to the call; 'Mid the shock of shot and shell, Where they bled and where they fell, coldars) bar eyang gorkapu ZUTE All their battles fought and won, Sigh, breezes, sigh. John S. McGroarty [1862 “SUCH IS THE DEATH THE SOLDIER DIES" SUCH is the death the soldier dies: Upon the dabbled grass he lies, His brave heart following, still, the fray. The smoke-wraiths drift among the trees, The battle storms along the hill; A glimpse of far-borne flags, that fade He knows the sweeping charge is made, Unmindful of his mortal wound, He faintly calls and seeks to rise; But weakness drags him to the ground: Such is the death the soldier dies. Robert Burns Wilson [1850 |