"In Memory of Charles Chase," Julia Chase Poem, September 1864
In Memory of Charles Chase
How shall we reckon loss,
How shall we reckon gain,
When bent beneath the cross,
When racked with keenest pain?
Today we mourn as dead,
One 'twas our pride to love,
In grief we bow the head,
We scarce can look above.
We hold our loss as great
That one so loved should die,
Ah! could we choose his fate,
What could we ask more high
Than bravely thus to stand,
Contending for the right,
Striking with patriot hand
Oppression in its might? /
And e'en though doomed to fall,
To perish 'midst the strife,
The Master of us all,
Did He not give His life
To save a world from sin?
Should we not count it gain
Thus to resemble Him?
Yet sad is many a heart,
Our loss we must deplore,
And tears unbidden start,
Thinking he'll come no more.
Dear Son, and brother true,
Brave comrade, and loved friend,
We bid thee long adieu,
Our loss in gain shall end.
Julia Chase Washburn
Livermore Me. Sept. 1864
DATABASE CONTENT
| (11322) | DL1734.064 | 182 | Other | 1864-09 |
Tags: Death (Military), Poetry, Sadness
People - Records: 2
Places - Records: 1
- (1499) [origination] ~ Livermore, Androscoggin County, Maine
SOURCES
"In Memory of Charles Chase," Julia Chase Poem, September 1864, DL1734.064, Nau Collection
