The Blue And The Gray

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,

Waiting for 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,

And with the battle blood gory,

In the dusk of eternity meet;-

Under the sod and the dew,

Waiting for the judgment day;-

Under the laurel, the Blue;

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,-

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

The morning sun rays fall,

With a touch, impartially tender,

On the blossoms blooming for all;-

Under the sod and the dew,

Waiting for the judgment day;-

'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

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.

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,

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;

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,

Tears and love for the Gray.

"No human being knows how sweet sleep is but a soldier." 

- John Singleton Mosby

The graves of a Union soldier and a Confederate soldier.

 Two brave Americans lying side by side.

Gone, but not forgotten.

The Blue And The Gray

By Francis Miles Finch