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IN TIME OF SORROW
Despair is in the suns that shine, And in the rains that fall, This sad forsaken soul of mine Is weary of them all.
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If a pleasant lawn there grow By the showers caressed, Where in all the seasons blow Flowers gaily dressed, Where by handfuls one may win Lilies, woodbine, jessamine, I will make a path therein For thy feet to rest.
If there live in honour's sway An all-loving breast Whose devotion cannot stray, Never gloom-oppressed - If this noble breast still wake For a worthy motive's sake, There a pillow I will make For thy head to rest.
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AN EXILE'S SONG
My soul is like a prisoned lark, That sings and dreams of liberty, The nights are long, the days are dark, Away from home, away from thee!
My only joy is in my dreams, When I thy loving face can see. How dreary the awakening seems, Away from home, away from thee!
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"There was a general expectation that he would decline the position as not sufficiently lucrative, if his purpose was to repair the ruins of his private fortune resulting from the war; as not lifting him conspicuously enough in the public gaze, if he was ambitious of office or further distinction; or as involving too great labour and anxiety, if he coveted repose after the terrible contest from which he had just emerged."
He was very reluctant to accept this appointment, but for none of the above reasons, as the average man might have been. Why he was doubtful of undertaking the responsibilities of such a position his letter of acceptance clearly shows. He considered the matter carefully and then wrote the following letter to the committee:"Powhatan County, August 24, 1865.