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Colonel Ben E. Caudill Memorial Dedication Ceremony
Brothers Once More *
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ALMIGHTY God, our heavenly Father, in whose hands are the living and the dead; We give thee thanks for all those thy servants who have laid down their lives in the service of our country. Grant to them thy mercy and the light of thy presence, that the good work which thou hast begun in them may be perfected; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord. Amen
The Sunday after Confederate Memorial Day
The Blessed Dead Waiting for Us:
Sermon of Rev Samuel Benedict on the Church Expectant, All Saints Day 1863, St. James Church, Marietta Georgia,
One of the Boys has Fallen
By
David Chaltas, 8/17/02
One of our boys has fallen.
He walks the earth no more.
He heard his Master calling
Across that distant shore.
He left us with no warning.
He's now in heaven's care.
We've placed a wreath of mourning
Upon his empty chair.
We come before you humbled.
With bended knee we pray.
For one of us has stumbled;
A 'Son' has gone away.
We had a bond of kinship
That few can understand.
It goes deeper than friendship.
He was a 13th man.
One of the Boys has Fallen
By
David Chaltas, 8/17/02
Dedicated to The Ladies of the South who are decorating the graves of the Confederate Dead
Kneel Where Our Loves Are Sleeping
Kneel where our loves are sleeping, Dear ones days gone by,
Here we bow in holy reverence, Our bosoms heave the heartfelt sigh.
They fell like brave men, true as steel, And pour’d their blood like rain,
We feel we owe them all we have, And can but weep and kneel again.
CHORUS
Kneel where our loves are sleeping, They lost but still were good and true,
Our fathers, brothers fell still fighting, We weep, ‘tis all that we can do.
Here we find our noble dead, Their spirits soar’d to him above,
Rest they now about his throne, For God is mercy, God is love.
Then let us pray that we may live, As pure and good as they have been,
That dying we may ask of him, To open the gate and let us in.
CHORUS
Kneel where our loves are sleeping, They lost but still were good and true,
Our fathers, brothers fell still fighting, We weep, ‘tis all that we can do."
Words by G.W.R.
Music by Mrs. L. Nella Sweet, 1867
Rose Hill
I went to Rose Hill yesterday,
To seek our Honored Dead.
They rest upon a hillside,
Our standard overhead.
The "Stars & Bars", so beautiful,
Majestically it waved,
So proud a banner, for the rights,
These men had fought to save.
The weathered headstones, all in rows,
So silent in their places,
Inscribed with companies, regiments,
And names upon their faces.
I sat there on that hill awhile,
Beneath the flag above,
To honor all the men below,
And the standard they did love.
Unknown author
"The South is a land that has known sorrows;
it is a land that has broken the ashen crust and
moistened it with tears; a land scarred and riven
by the plowshare of war and billowed with the
graves of her dead; but a land of legend,
a land of song, a land of hallowed and heroic
memories.
"To that land every drop of my blood, every
fiber of my being, every pulsation of my heart,
is consecrated forever. I was born of her womb;
I was nurtured at her breast; and when my last
hour shall come, I pray GOD that I may be
pillowed upon her bosom and rocked to sleep
within her tender and encircling arms."
Edward Carmack United States House of Representatives
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