Poem, 4 June 1886
                                                                                    Written by impression on  1886
                                                                                    Memorial day     copied     June 4th
 
Dear Mother this is memorial day
For you for all both Blue and Gray
All are brothers in the spirit land
Marching together a glorious band
 
Memory brings to you Dear Mother
Many thoughts that like no other
Will cling and with affections tear
Make you feel and know we are here
 
By your side we bravely stand
In blue and Gray at Gods command
Oh Mother I am glad for this
To know at last I can impress
 
The battles Dear Mother of earh life
I fought for my country not for Strife
But now in spirit I am free
No limited furloughs now for me/
 
Oh, Mother behold the flowers to day
For I am as pure and bright as they
We bring them lo with colors rare
And strew them oer the graves with care
 
Tell to the dear ones who mourn for loved ones
That they live and bright laurels have won
Tell them happy bands are helping them today
Bringing fresh garlands on this day of may
 
Yes Dear Mother we oft come to you
For your duty we fear you dont always do
Sometimes you feel that spirit power is done
Never dear Mother we shall always come home
 
Today as the tears bedeck the mounds
When memory by fresh tokens abound
For the former is all the spirit is free
Alike the Blue and Gray spirit soldiers are we
 
Brotherly love is rekindled Mother dear
For in the angel world no enemies are here
We laid down our forms also our guns
On board of the lifeboat we calmly toiled on
 
Into that grand and glorious home
Fitted and prepared by loved ones gone
This is heaven Mother and father dear
Begin heaven on earth for your home is not here
 
But over there we will meet you one day
For we live in spirit a happy band we say
Crossing to bring strength to your declining years without tears
Till earth claims you no more then you will have rest
 
You have seen me Mother in spirit [?]
I feel that I must tell you it was no dream
For I saw you then can see you anytime
Oh I live[?] Mother Mine is a good time
 
                                                Olney Like often
No sickness no pain but little ones are left
On earth but in spirit we can care for them best
We all want to write a word oh I live
Tell all we live and affection we give
                                                Lucy
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DATABASE CONTENT
(1433)DL0209.03223Letters1886-06-04

Prewar Manuscript Ship’s Log of Brig Friendship, Orkney Islands, July 18 to July 25, 1797, Associated With Second Lieutenant Albert E. Titus, 20th Maine Infantry


Tags: Death (Military), Reconciliation, Religion

People - Records: 1

  • (583) [associated with] ~ Titus, Olney W.
SOURCES

Poem, 4 June 1886, DL0209.032, Nau Collection