288 Ohio Arch. and Hist. Society Publications
U. S. GRANT
ONE OF OUR BOYS
BY BERTYE Y. WILLIAMS
One of our boys! In the long ago
He trudged along through the winters'
snow
To the old school-house that you see
there still.
Oft' he went with grist to the White Oak
mill
When the days of summer were long and
fair,
Met the other boys, and went swimming
there.
0, he knew these woods and hills and
streams,
And 'twas here he dreamed his boyhood
dreams,
One of our boys,
Just one of our boys!
One of our boys! When the crisis came,
And our land was scorched by the
battle's flame,
When the small faith died, and the weak
heart quailed,
And the cause of the Union almost
failed,
There was one whose hand held the foe at
bay;
One whose courage grim saved the losing
day;
One who, loving peace, faltered not in
war
Till our flag was saved with its every
star.
One of our boys,
Just one of our boys!
- From
the Georgetown Gazette.
AT GRANT'S TOMB AFTER THE CENTENARY
BY ADDA HIGGINS TATMAN
The pomp and pageantry are o'er,
The music and the shouting stilled;
The voice of orator no more
With eulogy and praise is filled.
No longer wave the stripes and stars,
The flowers, wreaths and bunting gay
From arches, masts and steamboat spars
Along the great triumphal way.
So quiet now each little town,
Each little corner of the earth
That claims a share in your renown,
Your homes, and humble place of birth.
Back to its desk, its plough, its mill
Has turned a busy world again;
But your brave spirit moves us still,
O rarest, truest, best of men.
Not all the praise, the blame, the
power,
That came to you in your sad day,
Could swerve you even for an hour
From the firm purpose of your way.
O hero! though no lesson new
Is blazoned in your modest story
To conscience and to country true,
You found the way to fame and glory.
-From the Georgetown News Democrat.