Clipped From The Times-Picayune
The baad played the Prayer from Der Freischntz.. . . After this, Capt. 'Fred. A. Obecread the following poem by Pearl Rivers Mrs. R. J. Nicholson, of the Picayune: THE SOLDIER'S, GRATX. Tread lightly 'tis a soldier's grave, jl lonely, inosey mouaa And yet. to hearts like mine and thine, It should be holy ground. Ppf - ak softly let no careless laugh, No Idle, thoughtless jest, Eeeape your 11 os, where sweetly sleep The hero in his rest. For him no reveille a sail beat ' When morning beams shall come ; ' For him at night no tattoo rolls Its thunder from the drum. , No costly marble marks the place Becoming deeds of fame, Hue rudely oa thas bending tree ia carved the soldier's name. , A name not dear to us but' ah ! There may be bps that breathe 1 That name as sacredly and low : f As vesper prayere at eve. Tbwe may be bSws tbat wear fur him The mournlo cypress vine; ' : And hearts tbat make tkis lonely crave ! A holy pilgrim shrine. ; There may be eyes that joyed to gaze ' With love Into hfswn, Kow keeping midnight vigils long With silent grief alone. ' ' 1 There may be hands now clasped in prayer This soldier's hand has pressed ; And cheeks washed pale by aorrow's tears V Bis own cold cheek careased. ? . . . Tread lightly for a tan bequeathed, j ' re laid beneath this sed, ..r . i Bis ashes to his native land, . - . , His gallant soul to God! - .. - ' The band played": !The Heart Bowed Down.".,. , ,,. :.! s - : - '