This was sent to me by a dear friend, and if you open this mail tomorrow on

July 4th, please throw up a prayer for my friend Diane Bahler and a team that Includes, whites, Native Americans, and an African American, praying over the Mississippi River and tributaries...repenting for America on this 4th of July that God would restore our nation Under GOD.  And have a great holiday! 

Priscilla

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TAPS

I too, have felt the chills while listening to "Taps" but I have never seen

all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than

one verse. I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if

any of you had either so I thought I'd pass it along. I now have an even

deeper respect for the song than I did before.

THE HAUNTING SONG, "TAPS"

We have all heard the haunting song, "Taps." It's the song that gives us that

lump in our throats and usually creates tears in our eyes.

But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be

delighted to find out about it's humble beginnings.

 

It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert

Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia.

The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.

During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay

mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention.

 

Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken

soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the Captain finally

reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier,

but the soldier was dead.

 

The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with

shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son.

The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army.

 

The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his

superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status.

His request was only partially granted.

The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son. The request was turned down because the soldier

was a Confederate; but, out of respect for the father, they did say they

could give him only one musician. The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted.

 

The haunting melody we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals was born.

 

 Day is Done

            Gone the sun

            From the lakes

            From the hills

            From the sky

            All is well

            Safely rest

            God is nigh.

Fading light

            Dims the sight,

            And a star gems the sky,

            Gleaming bright,

            From afar,

            Drawing nigh,

            Falls the night.

Thanks and praise,

            For our days,

            Neath the sun,

            Neath the stars,

            Neath the sky,

            As we go,

            This we know,

            God is nigh.

 

God bless you, Priscilla