Greensborough Patriot

Sep. 11, 1862

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To the Memory of Capt. Peoples

Thou art not here, oh! thou lost loved one,

We hear not thy voice when the day is done;

We meet not the glance of thy beaming eye,

When the morn is deep up in the eastern sky,

There stands by our hearth a vacant chair,

And we weep when we see not the loved one there.

We remember the hour when the death-pang came,

With an icy chill o’er thy shuddering frame;

We forget not the look that was blightening then,

When the darting pain was too fierce to bear,

And we treasure the last low words of thine,

As a priceless gem in our heart’s pure shrine.

But though we weep, we will not complain—

We would not recall thee to earth again;

Thou hast borne the past in many woes,

And now thou hast gone to thy last repose,

We leave thee to rest in thy quiet tomb,

For we know that for thee there’s a better home.

A FRIEND

[Transcribed by Sharon Strout]