Memorial Day - Civil War

Lest we forget that May 30th was the original Memorial Day before the Monday holidays trend, and that it began as both tribute to the men of the American Civil War and a reconciliation between two former enemies, Americans all, we include this scene taken at the Quabbin Park Cemetery one Memorial Day Service.

This cemetery was created for the dead of four towns, Dana, Greenwich, Enfield, and Prescott, Massachusetts when the Quabbin Reservoir was created and these towns were demolished. Corpses were exhumed from every town cemetery and churchyard, which had been their resting places for three centuries.

Re-interred in a modern cemetery beyond their valley towns, the soldiers continue to receive their tributes each Memorial Day by their descendents. The timeline for these town commemorations ends at World War I.

Here at the Civil War cenotaph, they play Taps once more.

The Blue And The Gray
Francis Miles Finch (1827-1907)


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,
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,
All with the battle-blood gory,
In the dusk of eternity meet:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgement-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 judgement-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 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.