well will write a little more i send some moss and a cain leaf that i picked when we was coming coming up this tennesee river we had stopt to get secesh corn for the mules and cook some on shore. that was March 17 it had grown this spring (but what of leaves and ever greens) the likenes you gave me is worth all scenes of nature to me those letters and little verses i keep them all to look at when tiered of camp or sick or in low spirits i have two testaments and a soldiers hymn book that i think a great deal of yes and that ribbon that Miss Lol sent to me it is such a nice mark in my testament. i will send a verce or two on the other side of this. your affectionate JGS

 

untill death. may god bless you all while on earth that the remnent of life may be sweet and joys on hy be everlasting /

 

            Heavenly home                                               There too i soon shal rest

I am but a traveler heare                                             Heaven is my home.

Heaven is my home                                                    ——————————

Earth is a desert drear                                                             America

Heaven is my home                                                    My country tis of the

Danger and sorrow stand                                            Sweet land of liberty

Round me on every hand                                                        Of the I sing

Heaven is my fartherland                                           Land whare my farthers died

Heaven is my home                                                    Land of the pilgrims pride

——————————                                            From every mountain side

There at my saviours side                                                       Let freedom ring,

I shal be glorified                                                        Our farthers god to thee

There are the good and blest                                      Author of liberty

Those i love most and best                                         To thee we sing.            J. G. Scoville

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