From a Soldier in Tenn.
Whos mother has recently died.

It is with Sadness and with Sorrow.
While I am Sitting here alone
A thinking of My Dear Mother
Who has gon never to return.

Well I no that Father is lonesom
Earth has now no Joys for him
Look upon him heavenly Father
Calm his Souls deep agony.

I had hoped to See my Mother
When this cruel war was over
But her work is already finished
And She resteth evermore.

Had I Smoothed her dying pillow
Wiped the death dews from her brow
I might bear this weight of Sorrow
Which is crushing me So low.

Yet what matters. Life is passing
Soon weel reach that heavenly home.
In those bright and glorious Mansions
Where no Sorrow ever comes.

Thare I'll meet my Dear old Mother
Who has already gone before
I almoste think I here the music
on that bright and heavenly Shore

Among the whiterobed throng of angel
I can See her waiting Stand
She is beckoning us to come
To that fairer brighter land.

Samuel.T.Reeves.

Dearest Hulda: Father, Brother, or Sister, has never ritten a word to me concerning My Mothers Sickness or Death, or if they have I have never received it. I hope they have not all forgotten unworthy me my love to you forever.