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Oft in the stilly night,
Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me:
……The smiles, the tears
……Of boyhood’s years,
The words of love then spoken;
……The eyes that shone,
……Now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.

When I remember all
The friends, so linked together,
I’ve seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,
……I feel like one
……Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
……Whose lights are fled,
……Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber’s chain has bound me.
Sad Memory brings the light
,,,Of other days around me. 

 

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Nathaniel Currier and James Merritt Ives

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     The Blue And The Gray

By the flow of the inland river,
   Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave grass quiver,
   Asleep are the ranks of the dead; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Under the one, the Blue;
          Under the other, the Gray.

These in the robings of glory,
   Those in the gloom of defeat,
All with the battle blood gory,
   In the dusk of eternity meet; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Under the laurel, the Blue;
         Under the willow, the Gray.

From the silence of sorrowful hours
   The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers
   Alike for the friend and the foe, –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Under the roses, the Blue;
         Under the lilies, the Gray.

So with an equal splendor
   The morning sun rays fall,
With a touch, impartially tender,
   On the blossoms blooming for all; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      ‘Broidered with gold, the Blue;
         Mellowed with gold, the Gray.

So, when the summer calleth,
   On forest and field of grain
With an equal murmur falleth
   The cooling drip of the rain; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Wet with the rain, the Blue;
         Wet with the rain, the Gray.

Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
   The generous deed was done;
In the storm of the years that are fading,
   No braver battle was won; –
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Under the blossoms, the Blue;
         Under the garlands, the Gray.

No more shall the war cry sever,
   Or the winding rivers be red;
They banish our anger forever
   When they laurel the graves of our dead!
      Under the sod and the dew,
         Waiting the judgment day; –
      Love and tears for the Blue,
         Tears and love for the Gray.

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