By the flow of the inland river,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
 Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Asleep are the ranks of the dead:
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the sod and the dew,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Waiting the judgment-day;
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the one, the Blue,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the other, the GrayThese in the robings of glory,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Those in the gloom of defeat,
 All with the battle-blood gory,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In the dusk of eternity meet:
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the sod and the dew,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Waiting the judgement-day
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the laurel, the Blue,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the willow, the Gray.

From the silence of sorrowful hours
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The desolate mourners go,
 Lovingly laden with flowers
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Alike for the friend and the foe;
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the sod and the dew,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Waiting the judgement-day;
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the roses, the Blue,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the lilies, the Gray.

So with an equal splendor,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The morning sun-rays fall,
 With a touch impartially tender,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On the blossoms blooming for all:
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the sod and the dew,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Waiting the judgment-day;
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Broidered with gold, the Blue,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mellowed with gold, the Gray.

So, when the summer calleth,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; On forest and field of grain,
 With an equal murmur falleth
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The cooling drip of the rain:
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the sod and the dew,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Waiting the judgment -day,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Wet with the rain, the Blue
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Wet with the rain, the Gray.

Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The generous deed was done,
 In the storm of the years that are fading
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; No braver battle was won:
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the sod adn the dew,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Waiting the judgment-day;
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the blossoms, the Blue,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the garlands, the Gray

No more shall the war cry sever,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Or the winding rivers be red;
 They banish our anger forever
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When they laurel the graves of our dead!
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Under the sod and the dew,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Waiting the judgment-day,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Love and tears for the Blue,
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tears and love for the Gray.

Francis Miles Finch

The Blue And The Gray

Francis Miles Finch

Civil War

The Blue And The Gray