The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, May 25, 1902, Page 3

THE SUNDAY CALL. BY MARGARET E. SANC =i = {Starlight and moonlight and rights without a lamp To break’the heavy clouds that hang above their silent camp, And days when all the hours are gray in slant of falling rain, When in the shivering, tossing boughs the weary winds complain, Dark days and bright days, days of bud and bloom, Ah, not to them is grief or joy, who slumber in the tomb Long since the clash of arms forgat, the old swords rusted red, And they who strove so gallantly, safe with the peaceful dead. Blue coat or gray coat, moth possess it now, " Up and down the sentries tramped; today men guide the plow. Other men, and other times, song and feast and shout Where .fi?rcely raged the battle and dreary was the rout, EGlt to hilt and foot to foot, stubborn foes were they Who fought on mount and meadow in that far heroic day. Banner waving o’er their graves, we count you with the cost, For freedom is your trophy, and no brotherhood was lost. What nave we to give the brave, who once were so alive, Quick with love and quick with hate, stern and swift to strive? Tears? Nay, they need them not; rather smiles and praise Sweet with the fragrance of these shining forest days. When May wreathes the upland and the valley is abrim With flower-scent and color, and the glad winds sing a hymn. Flowers on the lowly mound, let the children bring Largesse of their beauty on these beds-to fling. o S0l Ay, e, Beace to you, valiant ones, here at rest who lie. While above your pillowed heads the marching years go by