The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you Come creeping over me And I feel most gratified to God and to you That we have enjoyed them so long And hard it is for me to burn to ashes The hopes of future years When, God willing, we might still have lived and loved And watched our sons grow To honorable manhood around us I have, I know, but few and small claim Upon Divine Providence, but Something whispers to me. Perhaps it is the wafted prayer Of my little Edgar that I may return home To my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, Never forget how much I loved you And when my last breath escapes me On the battlefield It will whisper your name. Sarah, if the dead can come back To this earth, and flit unseen Around those they loved Then I shall always be near you In the gladdest days, in the darkest nights Always, always. Sarah do not mourn me dead. Think I am gone and wait for thee For we shall meet again.