E 642 .C57 Copy 1 Frontispiece produced by Engraving Department Manual Training School House of Refuge. riEnoRiAL DAY SERVICE 1894 ^^ SUNDAY riAY 27, HOUSE OF REFUGE ^^yf^^ws riANUAL TRAINING SCHOOL PRINTING DEPARTMENT. ■^^^^^^}/^ tHt>£3%(''%"*w'S.«'%rf^!»"V'*%i» Vik>; * ORDER OF E}^ei^eises. I. Song, School, !I The Children and Audience rising. Strew Flowers Above The Nation's Dead. ^ TRKVV flower? above the nation's dt ad ^3 O, gather tenderly around ; With garlands deck their lowly bed, Tread lightly o'er this hallowed ground. For us they died — the brave, the true ; In gratitude we linger here, And 111 us our offerings renew With flowers of each returning year, Their nieni'ries dwell in each heart: O, keep them ever fondly pure ; From hill and plain, and crowded mart Here gather while the years endure. Can we forget the gifts they gave — The lives they yielded at our needs? O'er ail the 1 nid, frinn wave to wave, Thus lionored hr- their noble deeds. 2. Responses, School. ^ All will remain seated. Boys. — I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord. Girls.— The dust shall return to the earth as it was, and the spirit unto God who gave 't. Girls. — In my Father's house are many mansions. Girls. — E3'e hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. Boys — P'lesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God. But we shall all be changed. Girls. — We have borne the image of the earthly, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly. Boys. — For so is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption : Girls. — It is raised in iucorruption. Boys. — It is sown in dishonor. Girls. — It is raised in glor}'. Boys, — It is sown iji weakness. Girls. — It is raised in power. Boys. — So when this corruptible shall have put on iucorruption, and hits mortal shall have put on immortality. — 5 — Girls.— Then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. Boj's. — And every one that hath this hope in him purifieth himself, even as he is pure. Girls. — While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. Soys.— For the things which are seen are but for a time ; But the things which are not seen are everlasting. All.— Tlie days of man are but as grass, for he fiowereth as a flower of the field. For as soon as the wind goeth over it, all is gone. Blessed are the Meek. Blessed are the Merciful. Blesssd are the pure in Heart. Blessed are the Peacemakers. Amen 3. Prayer, School. ^ All will remain seated. OTHOU who art the Lord of life and Father of all our spirits, it is thou who hast made us. Thou hast made us for life, and health, and happi- ness, both here and hereaf^ter. We bless thee for all the joy of living; for the beauty of the world we now dwell in ; for its sunshine and song ; for sleeping and waking ; for rest and play ; for the love of parents and friends ; for the protection of our country ; for instruction in ways of wisdom and goodness. We bless thee for all these, but we thank thee that there is more than this even to make us grateful and glad. We bless thee for the hope of heaven ; for the beautiful faith that we shall not die, when our body dies, but that thou wilt take to thyself all good children, and all good men and women, to live in heaven and be happy in thv love forever. Amen. 4- Song, — 6 — First & Second Div. Boys. Cliildrcn will rise, Audience remain sealed. "For The Right." WE are faithful little soldiers, Kvery duty we will do : P'or the right ! shall be our watchword. Ever for the right, For the right For the right ! shall be our watchword, Ever for the right, For the right. We are the daring little soldiers And we bravely fight the wrong; Ft)r the right ! our cob rs flying, Ever for the right, For the right For the right our colors flj'ing Ever for the right, For the right. 5. Recitation, Memorial Day. riartin Flaherty. THE circling year again brings round This proud Memorial Day, With mingled joy and grief profound We d<. ck with wreallis tlie sacied mound, Wliere patriot soldiers lav. - 7 — 'Tis mett that we this honor show, And pledge this day anew. Our fadeless (aith, that all may know How strong this faith will ever grow In loyal hearts and true. Our land so broad, so grand, so free, Pays homage to the band. Who fought and bled, and died that we An undivided nation be. The peer of any land. Pile granite to the vaulted skies ; Carve words of deathless fame ; Let marble momuments arise Where'er the soldier-patriot lies. In honor to his name. The granite pile may sink to dust No more its words be re;id: The marble may forsake its trust ; The nation may, in reckless lust Forget the honored dead. Their fame is fixed beyond the skies. Their glory is of God ; 'Twas not ambition's sacrifice, Nor eager gain for worldly prize, That laid them neath the sod. They died our nation's life to SHve, Kre it were rent in twain. For this each fills a soldier's grave, l'"or this tlif glorious flag shall wave. In licmur "f the sbiin. — 8 — They died : the clankering shackles fill From bondman's fettered hand, And angels winged their way to tell While heavenly choirs the anthem swells, Of freedom's happy land. 5olo, Hamer Brazier & School. ^ All will remain seated. Solo The Flag They Died To Save. ■HKY died to save the dear old flag, The banner that we love ; To save the conntry that v\e prize All other lands above. T Chorus. Our country's flag, the dear old flag Our soldiers died to save. Muffle the drums in their honor to-day, And scatter flowers on each grave. 2. They followed it through blinding smoke, On many a battle field ; The Union which our fathers foimed. Their precious life blood sealed. Chorus. The symbol of a people's rights vStill may our banner wave. And every star unsullied be The flag they died to save. Chorus :^^0]f==^ — 9 7. Exercises, Kindergarten. H Children will rise, Audience remain seated. (a) Recitation— Lena. l_t APPY little children, (5* Full of love and life; Knowing naught of sorrow Nor the bitterness of strife. Bring the flowers you gather ; The parting bloom of May ; And scatter them with loving hands On the soldiers' graves to-day. Remenioer they were heroes, These soldiers brave and true ; Who knew what strife and sorrow meant And knowing died for you— The greatest gift a hero gives When with his life he parts,— O happy little children Bring flowers with grateful hearts. (b) Song— School. |3 RING forth the flowers, 1(5) Sweet fragrant flowers. Borne in the sunshine and sparkling in the dew Here while we sing', Gladly we bring Offerings meet for the brave and true Daises and buttercups, roses so fair Dainty forget-me-nots, violets blue Bring forth the flowers, sweet fragrant flowers. Offerings siveet for the brave and the trtie. — lO — c Recitations— Memorial Flowers. yr| BUNCH o' fragrant vie (5I As my oftering I hav€ fragranl violets •e brought, frue blue, as were tlie soldiers W'l'.en for the right they fought. I bring the golden buttercups So hardy and so brave ; What flowers can be more fitting To deck a soldier's grave? I bring a bunch of daises Some humble grave to crown ; As innocent as the pure \ouug lives So willingly laid down. This bunch of purple lilacs .As my offering J bring, Tis fragrant as the memory Of those whose praise we sing. Their silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers, Theirs has the suflFering been, The memory shall be ours. We've often heard the story Of liow the brave men fought. And as a tribute of our love These flowers we have brought. Wr will ne'er forget the soldiers. .A>id wlien we've pass-d away. May other hands the flowrr'^ T)rinu Kach D -coratiou D v 8. Song". Girl: "Once More Lnto These Hallov^ed .lounds. ONCE nil re uii.v ^'-.c^c hc:..wvt:^; n.Kiii-ds. Emblfcms of our truest love we brina : P ucked w lere nature constant in her - Crowns the hills with sweetest flow - .4. Chorus. Bugle, drum, nor cannon's rattle Shall disturb thee never more ; For thou hast fought thy countr>-'s battle. Sleep in peace tlij warefare now is oer. o" many years have come and gone ; \Icm"ry still recalls that trying day \Vhen responsive to the sounding horn With thy comrades, thou didst march away Chorus. \ ocal Solo, Chapman \ ear\ N<>TK - "The Lone Grave" is situated on the Western and Atlantic K. R. b- . •- Tenn., and Atlanta, Ga. A plain board ? .; T>!ac^ of a So'dier. Name "uu- kuowi! ecu a Ftderul or Cjrfcv' - . ::g the track dis- ver beautifully and place«l a f^rn^^S^^^:^'"^!^^^: — 12 — htad-stoii" over it beariiiy the above inscription. The travel- ers attention is always called to this spot, and the train "slows np" in order to give all an opportunity lo see it. Let this be an Olive Branch to the North and vSouth to be again a united people. "The Lone Grave." yZl STORY I'm going to tell of a grave, V5* In the South where a brave soldier fell ; For his cause now he sleeps by the side of a track, What his colors, none able to tell ; A plain simple board, rudely carved that was all, That was left to remind one of that sacred spot ; The words as we traced them were simple enough, "A soldier sleeps here, O ! forget me not ;" Chorus. The lone grave is there by the side of the track, It contains a wanderer that never came back. And when he appears on the great Judgment Day Our Father'll not ask, "Was your suit blue or gray !' .There's a mother that sits by a fireside to night, vShe is thinking of days long gone by ; And she pictures a loved one who went to the war Hut returned not, she says witli a sigh, If the mother could know tliat her boy calmly sleeps Undisturbed by the inarch or the progress of time: What feelings would haunt her what thoughts would slit have. Sobs, ttars. and heart-aches what sadness sublime; Chorus. - i:\ — The lone grave's still there by the side of the track, It contains her boy who will never come back, And when he appears on the great Judgment Day, Our Father'll not ask, "Was your suit blue or graj'!" lo. Address, II. America, Congregation. \ The Children and Audience rising. My country 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty — Of thee I sing ; lyand where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side, Let freedom ring. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet Freedom's song! Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathes partake, Let rocks their silence break Tlie song prolong. My native country, thee — Land of the noble free— Thy name I love, I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills. My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Our father's God, to thee. Author of liberty — To thee we sing ; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light Protect us with Thy might Great God, our King. ^ After -America is sung the audience and children will remain standing while the children say prayer. — 14 — Prayer. OUR HK WENI.Y FATHER we ask Thee to ble>s our fathers, ir.others, brothers and sisters. Bless the Governor of this State, the President of the United States, tlieir Counselors, advisers and all who are in Authority. Give them strength to perform thtir duties for the public welfare. Striving not lor personal advantage, but that good-will may be fostered among all conditions of men and all peoples. Help us tc ever number those who have given their services, and their lives that our nation might be established and preserved. Above all bless our Country, give to it peace and prosperity. Give to its people, wisdom to plan, fortitude to endure, patience to submit, and love to forgive. God bless us all. .-Ameu. (Here follows the I^ord's Prayer.) -^ ^ IT is proper to say to tlie Public, tliat the Children of the House of Refuge not only observe "Memorial Day" by Exercises in Chapel as herein prepared, but tliat all type setting, engraving of frontispiece, and press work of this Service has been done in the Printing and EIngraving Departments of the Manual Training School connected with the Institution. "An industrious man will be a good citizen ; a good citizen a patriot," and the careful labor of the children in this work shows that among them will be found the patriot citizens of the future. Their tributes to our Country's dead are in the garlands of prayer, song and work. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 013 785 196 9