Poem, undated
Both old and young I pray give ear
a mournfull story you shall hear
which unto you I will repeat
of what has happened here of late
of him we now will call to mind
who lately his dear breath Resigned
down from our eyes let tears decend
all for the loss of our young friend
Samuel Budlong was his name
his age is here you Read the same
It’s something over twentyone
the time when all his work was done
in the year Eighteen hundred twenty six
the time which god himself had fixt
to leave this world and all on earth
both loving friends and Jovil mirth
the way he left this world of woe
the same as many others go
he drownded was in water deep
and there in death he fell asleep
when he was drowning aloud he cries
Enough to pierce the verry skies
no one to him relief did give
therefore he could no longer live
though may round him then were there
almost were frightend to dispair
they were so scared to hear him call
for help that none could help at all
while others ran for help to come
but all in vain his life was gone
he’d lain so long beneath the flood
his soul had asended to his god
a sprigtly youth all in his prime
is sudenly called out of time
to meet his maker at the bar
and there his final [paper hole] hear
though like his fellow youth he were
in vanity we let not dispair
who know but now his soul doth rest
in the bright Heavene amongst the blest
who know but that his blessed feet
are treading the celestial streets
with holy angels bowing round
Jehovah with a golden crown
but how the case with him doth go
is not for you nor me to know
so we’ll resign him in our song
to god to whom Judgmen belongs
and now to those we will return
whom god has left behind to mourn
with aching hearts and weeping eyes
the lord have mercy on your cris
yea parents of the late Deaces
who are bowd down with heavy grief
in tears resign your hearts to god
and lovingly embrace his rod
your son is gone and cant return
although for him you sigh and mourn
god had a right to take his own
oh praise him for his will is done
his brethren and his sisters all
to you this is a solem call
to learn by gods afflictive hand
that you obey his great command
remember well and bear in mind
that unto you the lord is kind
in still continuing your breath
and lengthning out your days on earth
may this remind you me and all
that we be ready at deaths call
ready to lay this body down
and rise to glory and a crown
a crown dear purchased by the blood
of Jesus our victorious lord
whose prais shall fill our rapterous songs
while bounless ages roll along
[first side, verso]
H Hall and Co No 115
Sycamore St Cincinnati O
DATABASE CONTENT
| (1885) | DL0301.100 | 55 | Letters |
Song Lyric Sheet, H. Hall and Co., No. 115 Sycamore Street, Cincinnati, Ohio; Associated With First Lieutenant Frank M. Guernsey, 32nd Wisconsin Infantry
Tags: Death (Home Front), Religion, Sadness
SOURCES
Poem, undated, DL0301.100, Nau Collection
