Hoke Beidler's poems . General John M. THREE HEROES UHITE. THE bell in the dome of Gods Temple of Light,Is tolling the death of Grand Palmer to-night;And angels rejoice as its melody tolled,While mountains of sunset from portals were arch in deep purple expands,McClernand in soft luminosity stands,As gazing intent the prismatic gate swung,And angels their songs for a purpose prolong. In robe of sunbeams, and in silence appears,Some hero is leading the column that nears;Each fold of his robe in permutable face is a problem and glorious Lincoln exal
Hoke Beidler's poems . General John M. THREE HEROES UHITE. THE bell in the dome of Gods Temple of Light,Is tolling the death of Grand Palmer to-night;And angels rejoice as its melody tolled,While mountains of sunset from portals were arch in deep purple expands,McClernand in soft luminosity stands,As gazing intent the prismatic gate swung,And angels their songs for a purpose prolong. In robe of sunbeams, and in silence appears,Some hero is leading the column that nears;Each fold of his robe in permutable face is a problem and glorious Lincoln exalted, whose soul is matured,The sphere of his station forever secured;Lifes sadness of face has now changed to angels of culture no brighter have seen. He comes with McClernand so close by his side—Red portals of ether rolled back like a tide; 87 THREE HEROES UNITE. When Palmer approached in midst of the gateWhile column on column in distance still glorious vision beholding the two—And triumph of spirit, each other can vi
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