Memorial Day

Forside
Robert Haven Schauffler
Cosimo, Inc., 1. jun. 2006 - 360 sider
You of the North have had drawn for you with a master's hand the picture of your returning armies. You have heard how, in the pomp and circumstance of war, they came back to you, marching with proud and victorious tread, reading their glory in a nation's eyes. Will you bear with me while I tell you of another army that sought its home at the close of the late war-an army that marched home in defeat and not in victory, in pathos and not in splendor? -from "The Southern Solder" by Henry W. Grady When the American Civil War was over and the devastation only begun to be tallied, the widows, mothers, and children of the Confederate dead went out across the battlefields and graveyards and scattered flowers across the resting places not only of their husbands, sons, and fathers but on the unmarked and unknown resting places of the Northern dead as well. That custom grew into the holiday of Memorial Day. This volume honors the day-and the war dead it commemorates-with a collection of poetry, essays, and speeches by such American luminaries as Walt Whitman, Theodore Roosevelt, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, William Tecumseh Sherman, Herman Melville, and many others. First published in 1911, within living memory of the Civil War, this is a secular and nonpartisan American celebration of Memorial Day, a true memorial to the spirit of service and sacrifice of those true Americans who gave their lives in defense of liberty. OF INTEREST TO: readers of American history, poetry fans AUTHOR BIO: Austrian-American author, poet, and biographer ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER (1879-1964) edited numerous collections of prose and verse dedicated to American holidays, including Armistice Day, Christmas, and Independence Day. His other works include Peter Pantheism (1925) and Beethoven: The Man Who Freed Music (1929).

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Side 124 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat: He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
Side 37 - In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me ; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free...
Side 123 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Side 145 - Still sprung from those swift hoofs thundering south, The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth, Or the trail of a comet sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Side 125 - All quiet along the Potomac," they say, "Except now and then a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
Side 160 - Let me picture to you the footsore Confederate soldier, as, buttoning up in his faded gray jacket the parole which was to bear testimony to his children of his fidelity and faith, he turned his face southward from Appomattox in April, 1865. Think of him as, ragged...
Side 94 - CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD A LINE in long array where they wind betwixt green islands, They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in the sun— hark to the musical clank, Behold the silvery river, in it the splashing horses loitering stop to drink, Behold the brown-faced men, each group, each person a picture, the negligent rest on the saddles, Some emerge on the opposite bank, others are just entering the ford —while, Scarlet and blue and snowy white, The guidon flags flutter gayly in the wind.
Side 43 - I have lived, Sir, a long time; and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth, that God governs in the affairs of men.
Side 49 - But I have said nothing but what I am willing to live by, and, if it be the pleasure of Almighty God, to die by.

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