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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps.  A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes.  1891.
Vols. VI–VIII: Literature of the Republic, Part III., 1835–1860
 
The Blue and the Gray
By Francis Miles Finch (1827–1907)
 
[Born in Ithaca, N. Y., 1827. Died there, 1907.]

BY the flow of the inland river,
  Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
  Asleep are the ranks of the dead:
    Under the sod and the dew,        5
      Waiting the judgment-day;
    Under the one, the Blue,
      Under the other, the Gray.
 
These in the robings of glory,
  Those in the gloom of defeat,        10
All with the battle-blood gory,
  In the dusk of eternity meet:
    Under the sod and the dew,
      Waiting the judgment-day;
    Under the laurel, the Blue,        15
      Under the willow, the Gray.
 
From the silence of sorrowful hours
  The desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers
  Alike for the friend and the foe:        20
    Under the sod and the dew,
      Waiting the judgment-day;
    Under the roses, the Blue,
      Under the lilies, the Gray.
 
So with an equal splendor        25
  The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch impartially tender,
  On the blossoms blooming for all:
    Under the sod and the dew,
      Waiting the judgment-day;        30
    Broidered with gold, the Blue,
      Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
 
So, when the summer calleth,
  On forest and field of grain,
With an equal murmur falleth        35
  The cooling drip of the rain:
    Under the sod and the dew,
      Waiting the judgment-day;
    Wet with the rain, the Blue,
      Wet with the rain, the Gray.        40
 
Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
  The generous deed was done,
In the storm of the years that are fading,
  No braver battle was won:
    Under the sod and the dew,        45
      Waiting the judgment-day;
    Under the blossoms, the Blue,
      Under the garlands, the Gray.
 
No more shall the war-cry sever,
  Or the winding rivers be red;        50
They banish our anger forever
  When they laurel the graves of our dead!
    Under the sod and the dew,
      Waiting the judgment-day;
    Love and tears for the Blue,        55
      Tears and love for the Gray.
 
 
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