10 Oclock. P.M.
Chattanooga Tenn
May 12th/65
Lines to my wife, & babies
Marion Ind. Their home.
Far away in a beautiful grove
Mid the songs of the warblers so sweet
Where fragrant flowers in luxuriance grow
And Beauties supreme the eye doth greet
Is a cottage home.—Not so picturesque
Tis humble and aged, tis true
But the adornings around by nature dressed
Renders it lovely to me, and you.
It shelters those I love more dear
And fondly than all else beside
An absence from them year after year
While rivers, and mountains high divide /
Has awakened Love I knew not of
Though always fond of my happy home
The birds, & flowers, the house & grove,
Nannie, & babies, all beccon me on
Nannie the wife of my early youth
Adorns that cottage, with qualities rare
In appearance and manners not uncouth
With hazel eyes and auburn hair
Her beauty alone, does not inspire
My pen is guided by a power more strong
Her loveing heart, makes mine beat higher
Now, than when at home. & let my tongue
Her praises speak, My pen move on
In praise where it is ever due
Until my light's entirely gone
Or the bugle sounds again, tattoo
The Babies dear, I cant forbear
To mention them. I would cast a tear
No. 2.
My babies! Yes. I cant forget
Their sparkeling eyes, To sweet are they
The sylph like tread of their little feet
Is heard to night, though far away
The music they made in that cottage home
In times thats gone, I remember well
And methinks their looking to see Pa come
And the tale of his long, long absence tell
The war is oer, the papers say,
And I hope tis true & will tell you why
I hope at no far distant day
To greet them where I said good by
In the door of that cottage, over grown
With flowers, to clasp in my arms once more
My wife, & babies, I frankly own
Would be bliss indeed. I'll add no more
But bid all a respectful Good Night
invokeing Gods richest blessings
upon Home & Loved ones, LC.W