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6 June 1865, Poem sent to Sally M. Galt
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No sculptured marble marked the spot, no white & polished stone Where a southern mother stood beside the green grave of her son It seemed a bitter Providence to mourn her pride and joy For she had pray'd so fervently, "Oh! Father spare my boy." And as this prayer was offer'd up for a blessing on his head His noble spirit winged its flight; He was numbered with the dead Thus they both ascended his soul with his mothers prayer They were laid before the Mercy seat and her prayer was answered there She stood before his new made grave, and her grief held mournful sway As she thought of another prisoner boy, who was pining far away She had bid them go at thire country's call saying "fight while the life blood runs." Hers was a Romon mothers heart, and her jewels were her sons Who is this noble mother, whose boys are soldiers brave Whose voice beseeches them at least [to?] [filled?] an honored grave To fight the base invader, to hurl him from his stance Nor let his ignominious foot leave print on southern land Tis the [?] She is our mother and we are struggling for her now That the laurel wreath of victory may crown her [pearly?] brow. That her mountain's still may rear their heads and feel there no stain To blot the every brightening links that form her stately chain that the sea may lovingly embrace, and clasp the weary shore With - outstretched arms while murmuring the victory's won, the battle's o'er And the ships that now are gathering to their havens of peace and rest Are bringing back her prisoner boys, home to their mothers breast. Now that the conflict is over, and we heed not [ wary?] alarms
Written by Sally Lambert
These ships seem to form a bracelet to cicle her beautiful arms. And the clasps that securely do glitter, are the costliest gems that be They are Drury and Moultrie and Sumpter rich jewls that [stud?] the deep sea And she welcome her long absent treasure Henry Donaldson, Pillow and [all?] Who'll return to glorious old mother, relieved from the enemy's thrall Old Point Monroe [shei'll?]reset in her clasp since her heart will exultantly thrill. With hope and joy and with - pride, for Old Point will her comfort be still.
"What bracelet is most becoming to the arm of the sea Answer "Sumpter"
Miss Sallie M. Galt. Richmond Virginia June 6th 1865