Memorial Day: Aids for Its Proper Observance by the Schools of Wisconsin

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1899
 

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Pàgina 34 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Pàgina 27 - Constitution, overthrown all armed opposition to the enforcement of the laws, and of the proclamations forever abolishing slavery (the cause and pretext of the Rebellion), and opened the way to the rightful authorities to restore order, and inaugurate peace on a permanent and enduring basis on every foot of American soil. "Your marches, sieges, and battles, in distance, duration, resolution, and brilliancy of results, dim the lustre of the world's past military achievements, and will be the patriot's...
Pàgina 28 - Flag of the seas ! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; "When death, careering on the gale, Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Pàgina 8 - Old Glory! the story we're wanting to hear Is what the plain facts of your christening were, — For your name — just to hear it, Repeat it, and cheer it, 'sa tang to the spirit As salt as a tear: And seeing you fly, and the boys marching by, There's a shout in the throat and a blur in the eye, And an aching to live for you always — or die, If, dying, we still keep you waving on high. And so, by our love For you, floating above, And the scars of all wars and the sorrows thereof, Who gave you...
Pàgina 12 - Round his head, like a halo there, luminous hung. Line after line — ay, whole platoons, Struck dead in their saddles — of brave dragoons By the maddened horses were onward borne And into the vortex flung, trampled and torn; As Keenan fought with his men, side by side. So they rode, till there were no more to ride. But over them, lying there, shattered and mute, What deep echo rolls?
Pàgina 33 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Pàgina 8 - By the driven snow-white and the living blood-red Of my bars, and their heaven of stars overhead — By the symbol conjoined of them all, skyward cast, As I float from the steeple, or flap at the mast, Or droop o'er the sod where the long grasses nod, — My name is as old as the glory of God. .... So I came by the name of Old Glory.
Pàgina 12 - Not a man of them shrank. Their sharp, full cheer, from rank on rank, Rose joyously, with a willing breath — Rose like a greeting hail to death. Then forward they sprang, and spurred and clashed; Shouted the officers...
Pàgina 7 - Their delightfulest light Laughing down from their little square heaven of blue!— Who gave you the name of Old Glory? — say, who— Who gave you the name of Old Glory? The old banner lifted, and faltering then In vague lisps and whispers fell silent again. Old Glory, speak out! we are asking about How you happened to "favor...
Pàgina 30 - We cannot honor our country with too deep a reverence. We cannot love her with an affection too pure and fervent. We cannot serve her with an energy of purpose or a faithfulness of zeal too steadfast and ardent. And what is our country ? It is not the East, with her hills and her valleys, with her countless sails, and the rocky ramparts of her shores.

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