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  • Sad Poem from a Confederate of the 32nd Mississippi Inf.

    Family Branches: Rienzi soldier's poem
    25 days ago | 1069 views | 0 | 5 | |
    Source: Alcorn County Family History Volume I, page 97

    Mr. E.B. Rorie was from Rienzi. He was a member of the 32nd Mississippi Infantry and composed the following poem on the day the Battle of Chickamauga was fought and he was killed during the fight.

    I’m sad, my dear, my heart is sad,

    Dark clouds obscure my days;

    Deep melancholy fills my soul,

    ‘Cause thou art far away.

    My moments hang with heavy weight,

    Each hour appears a day,

    And days seem dreary winter months,

    ‘Cause thou art far away.

    I’m sad; why should I not be sad?

    There is naught to make me gay;

    I cannot wear a cheerful face

    Whilst thou art far away.

    Fly swift ye moments, fly and bring

    Around that joyful day,

    When I shall be with again those

    Dear loved ones far away.

    But O, my dear, remember this . . .

    Our days are not our own . . .

    Then let’s prepare to meet above

    Where parting ne’er is known.

    ‘Tis now a score of months, my dear,

    Since last I saw your face,

    And with an aching heart received,

    Perhaps, thy last embrace.

    They lips were sealed; ‘Twas not from words

    I learned thy deep distress;

    A trickling tear related more

    Than volumes could express.

    Those little pledges dear to me,

    Received my last fond kiss;

    With paid I turned my back on all

    That makes my earthly bliss.

    Since then I’ve passed through dangers,

    Through heat and cold and rain,

    And often prayed that I might live

    To see you all again.

    On Chickamauga’s bloody field,

    Beneath a beating rain,

    My thoughts were turned to thee and those

    I long to see again.

    That Sabbath morn, that Holy day,

    While deadly missiles fell,

    I prayed to God to bring me back

    To those I love so well.

    I prayed that should my life be lost

    On that terrific day,

    That God would bless my wife and babes

    Through all remaining life.

    Where e’er I go, where e’er I be,

    My prayer shall ever be

    That God may bless those absent ones

    So very dear to me.

    And now, loved one, again adieu,

    It fills my heart with pain,

    To think that I may never live

    To see you all again.

    But should we never meet again,

    Shed not a tear for me,

    But with a cheerful heart prepare

    For blessed eternity.

    ----

    Vicki Burress Roach is a professional genealogist and special columnist for the Daily Corinthian. Send queries to: Alcorn County Genealogical Society, Attention: Vicki B. Roach, P.O. Box 1808, Corinth, Miss. 38835-1808.

    The Alcorn County Genealogical Society’s website is www.avsia.com/acgs.


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    Re: Sad Poem from a Confederate of the 32nd Mississippi Inf.

    Wow.


    Moments in time captured with ink are few and far between in this day and age...I wonder when it will be gone forever
    Aron Price
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      Re: Sad Poem from a Confederate of the 32nd Mississippi Inf.

      Dean, Thank you for posting this. It will be added to the 32nd's file here at Chickamauga.
      Lee White
      Researcher and Historian
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        Re: Sad Poem from a Confederate of the 32nd Mississippi Inf.

        I hastily transcribed a poem found in the back of the diary of Shedrick J. Jackson (140th New York Infantry). It's a pretty moving piece that was written at the height of the Overland Campaign 1864:


        “Dying on the Field of Battle”
        Dying on the field of battle,
        Dying where my comrades groan,
        Lying where the musket battles,
        Lying wounded and alone.
        No beloved one to caress me,
        On my brow the death dew stands,
        No soft voice to chill and bless me,
        As I near the Spirit land.

        Life is sweet for those who live one,
        Wait my coming, wait and pray,
        But that world is far abandoned,
        Angels cheer me on my way.
        Soft the starry flag floats around me,
        Victory shoots a ringing round,
        Brave have cried the flood before me,
        Hundreds from this battle ground.

        Now death clasps my chilling finger,
        And my heart beats feebly now,
        Red before ebbing pulsed-eyed linger,
        Though the death dewe are on my brow,
        Mother! God! My country! Dying,
        Oh! The wars roll chill and high!
        As that mother saved voice crying,
        Weep mad that your boy meant die.
        ---Written by S. J. Jackson

        “Happiness”
        I am very very sad tonight,
        And weary of the world,
        For hope has lost its cheering light,
        And pleasures flag is furled.

        My heart is dead to reply,
        To love and friendship lord,
        Like some lost lark upon the seed,
        By angry bellow, Lord.

        No gentle voice greets my ear,
        No gladsome seeing smile,
        Dispels the weary cloud of care,
        And lonely have beguile.

        In heavenly chimes forever bloom,
        The flower of Pride and love,
        No falsehood hate—no silent tomb,
        Can blight the soul above.
        --Shedrick

        Keep in mind, I just wrote down what I read at first glance and I need to go back and take a crack at it again. The original diary is at Fredericksburg, Spotsylvania, Wilderness Battlefield and was forwarded to Richmond National Battlefield.

        • 1864 Diary of Shedrick J. Jackson (Company H, 140th New York Infantry). Photocopies by Joe (August 4, 1994). Transcribed by Jason C. Spellman (August 16, 2011). New York – Vol. 7.
        Jason C. Spellman
        Skillygalee Mess

        "Those fine fellows in Virginia are pouring out their heart's blood like water. Virginia will be heroic dust--the army of glorious youth that has been buried there."--Mary Chesnut

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