The swift flight of time is speeding us to another Memorial Day ....

              Headquarters Grand Army of the Republic,
Department of Wisconsin,
Madison, April  9,  1912.
The swift flight of time is speeding us to another Memorial Day
with its sacred memories and solemn observances.
Since the last, many thousands of our comrades have finished life's
campaign and Mother Earth embraces their mortal bodies.
"Sleep on, embalmed and sacred dead,
Dear as the blood ye gave;
No impious footstep here shall tread
The greensward of your grave.
"Nor shall your glory be forgot
. While Fame her record keeps,
And Glory points the hallowed spot
Where Valor proudly sleeps.
"Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor time's remorseless doom, ^Afŵ»
Shall dim one ray of holy light
That gilds your glorious tomb."
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To those of us who for a few more days or a few more years plod   •■
on  in  life's  forced   march  comes  with  impressive   significance  the
poet's admonition:
"So live that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death.
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him-, and lies down to pleasant dreams."
Your Commander urges each post in the' department at once to appoint an efficient committee to arrangé for the proper celebration of
\e anniversary.
*-  Enlist the co-operation of all auxiliary and affiliated organizations
Q^ f 5    ld of a11 good citizens.
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