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GLEAMS OF PEACE.
God bless the feet that trampled down
The banner of the bars,—
And bless the hands that held aloft
The glorious stripes and stars!
And let the brazen bells ring clear,
And let the people, cheer on cheer,
Welcome these men of scars!
The banner of the bars,—
And bless the hands that held aloft
The glorious stripes and stars!
And let the brazen bells ring clear,
And let the people, cheer on cheer,
Welcome these men of scars!
GLEAMS OF PEACE.
The June sky reaches down, pure, deeply blue;
The fields grow crimson in the clover glow;
A glimpse of heaven has almost broken through
The screening veil, to cheer us as we go;
And God, who has frowned on us, smiles again,
And turns to gladness all our weary woe.
The fields grow crimson in the clover glow;
A glimpse of heaven has almost broken through
The screening veil, to cheer us as we go;
And God, who has frowned on us, smiles again,
And turns to gladness all our weary woe.
Four years of blood! The way has been so sad!
The life-blood of our bravest and our best!
Many have yielded up all that they had
To save their country! loyal manifest!
Yielded them to the nobly deathless fame
That shall forever mark our soldiers' rest!
The life-blood of our bravest and our best!
Many have yielded up all that they had
To save their country! loyal manifest!
Yielded them to the nobly deathless fame
That shall forever mark our soldiers' rest!
To die for Country, Liberty, and Right!
A holy cause! I almost envy those
Who sleep in nameless graves, this summer night,
A sacrifice unto our country's foes!
A holy cause! I almost envy those
Who sleep in nameless graves, this summer night,
A sacrifice unto our country's foes!
