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Poem
July 6, 1863
Spirit Of The Age
Raleigh, Wake County, North Carolina
What is this article about?
Elegy mourning the death of Capt. R. N. Carter of the 9th N. C. T., wounded July 1, 1863, on Richmond's plain and died July 3. Describes his final words, family's grief, and honors his sacrifice in the country's cause.
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LINES,
In memory of Capt. R. N. CARTER, of the 9th N. C. T., who was wounded July 1st, and died July 3d, 1863.
"Far from kindred and home he died,
In manhood's bright and early bloom;
Of all he loved, the joy and pride,
But they have laid him in the tomb."
On Richmond's plain, a mortal wound,
He received one gloomy night:
And ere three days had flown away,
He reached that world of light.
He bade his sorrowing friends around,
Sing him a heavenly song;
Ere music greets my ears again
I'll join the happy throng.
Then to his boy he faintly said,
" From earth I'll soon be gone
And when my spirit's passed away,
You'll bear my body home."
The sorrowful boy with trembling voice,
Quickly replied-"I will;"
Ready to obey the last request
Of him he loved so well.
As twilight's shadows were stealing o'er,
As fell the evening dew,
The restless Mother raised her eyes
And the messenger did view.
Ah! me! he comes with rapid speed,
Though no one she addressed;
I fear me something has gone ill,
I feel a wild unrest.
My son's been slain!-how quick it comes-
The melancholy thought--
Impressed it was upon her mind,
Although she know it not.
Ere long the message reached the door-
Upon the field of strife,
Your loving son and brother,
Has lost his valued life.
And the midnight hour had come,
They raised the coffin lid,
The noble brow but mangled form,
Beneath it there was laid.
How oft I've asked in secret prayer,
That God would spare my son;
Help me to say-'tis not My will,
But Thine, Oh! God, be done.
And to his Father, too, it came,
More piercing than a dart;
There's few on earth that knows the grief
Of his poor troubled heart,
Fond Sisters, too, with tearful eyes,
Gazed on his brow so cold;
With hearts so sad and nearly broke,
Their grief will e'er remain untold.
He died from home, in his country's cause,
He left an honored name,
Which left a balm for wounded hearts,
Sounding as notes of fame.
But rest thee in a soldier's grave,
Heroic boy, thy noble name
Shall be enrolled among the brave,
On memory's future page of fame.
ROSE.
[Paid.]
In memory of Capt. R. N. CARTER, of the 9th N. C. T., who was wounded July 1st, and died July 3d, 1863.
"Far from kindred and home he died,
In manhood's bright and early bloom;
Of all he loved, the joy and pride,
But they have laid him in the tomb."
On Richmond's plain, a mortal wound,
He received one gloomy night:
And ere three days had flown away,
He reached that world of light.
He bade his sorrowing friends around,
Sing him a heavenly song;
Ere music greets my ears again
I'll join the happy throng.
Then to his boy he faintly said,
" From earth I'll soon be gone
And when my spirit's passed away,
You'll bear my body home."
The sorrowful boy with trembling voice,
Quickly replied-"I will;"
Ready to obey the last request
Of him he loved so well.
As twilight's shadows were stealing o'er,
As fell the evening dew,
The restless Mother raised her eyes
And the messenger did view.
Ah! me! he comes with rapid speed,
Though no one she addressed;
I fear me something has gone ill,
I feel a wild unrest.
My son's been slain!-how quick it comes-
The melancholy thought--
Impressed it was upon her mind,
Although she know it not.
Ere long the message reached the door-
Upon the field of strife,
Your loving son and brother,
Has lost his valued life.
And the midnight hour had come,
They raised the coffin lid,
The noble brow but mangled form,
Beneath it there was laid.
How oft I've asked in secret prayer,
That God would spare my son;
Help me to say-'tis not My will,
But Thine, Oh! God, be done.
And to his Father, too, it came,
More piercing than a dart;
There's few on earth that knows the grief
Of his poor troubled heart,
Fond Sisters, too, with tearful eyes,
Gazed on his brow so cold;
With hearts so sad and nearly broke,
Their grief will e'er remain untold.
He died from home, in his country's cause,
He left an honored name,
Which left a balm for wounded hearts,
Sounding as notes of fame.
But rest thee in a soldier's grave,
Heroic boy, thy noble name
Shall be enrolled among the brave,
On memory's future page of fame.
ROSE.
[Paid.]
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
War Military
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Capt R N Carter
9th N C T
Wounded Richmond
Soldier Death
Family Grief
Civil War Elegy
Heavenly Song
What entities or persons were involved?
Rose.
Poem Details
Title
Lines, In Memory Of Capt. R. N. Carter, Of The 9th N. C. T., Who Was Wounded July 1st, And Died July 3d, 1863.
Author
Rose.
Subject
In Memory Of Capt. R. N. Carter
Key Lines
"Far From Kindred And Home He Died,
In Manhood's Bright And Early Bloom;
Of All He Loved, The Joy And Pride,
But They Have Laid Him In The Tomb."
He Bade His Sorrowing Friends Around,
Sing Him A Heavenly Song;
Ere Music Greets My Ears Again
I'll Join The Happy Throng.
Then To His Boy He Faintly Said,
" From Earth I'll Soon Be Gone
And When My Spirit's Passed Away,
You'll Bear My Body Home."
How Oft I've Asked In Secret Prayer,
That God Would Spare My Son;
Help Me To Say 'Tis Not My Will,
But Thine, Oh! God, Be Done.
He Died From Home, In His Country's Cause,
He Left An Honored Name,
Which Left A Balm For Wounded Hearts,
Sounding As Notes Of Fame.