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Poor Richard's reasons for buying United States' securities [16]

Enclosure: "My Bible"; "Evening brings us home" [17]

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Title: Facing pages [102-103]
Date Created and/or Issued: 18640411-18640412
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Transcription: 1. Poetry - The Future, Our years are gliding on, old age Will soon his fetters round us throw. Each day is like the turning page At which we but a glance bestow.- Each month a dream; - we but awake to find it real- then dream again. Illusive charms we dread to break- the stem reality gives pain: We dare not look it in the face, But would all thoughts of it erase. 2. We bask our lives in summers sun [Now] think of shadows yet to come. But as the Autumn hastens on Its icy chils our hearts [illegible], We start ask where our youth has fled? What mean the shadows on the brow? Old age replies- thy youth has fled Beyond thy grasp; "I'm with thee now!" [Tho] weak and cheerless is my [aid] Thy hand in mine must now be laid. 3. Our dreaming eyes are filled with tears - Our faltering limbs [scarce] bear us on; Our failing minds are full of fears. We wish each weary day were gone, Time hastens with unwearied flight - Bids us prepare our lovely bed; Death comes like shadows of the night And numbers us among the dead. Some sweet wild flower upon our grave Is all the trace that memory leaves. 4. May we our youthful days improve; Gain knowledge from each passing day; Nor fail the ways of truth to love, [illegible] ease the path of our decay. over ------------------------------ April 11 -14 Monday- Friday. [For the four days indicated above, he copied two long poems: the first was entitled The Future by an EJB of the 16th Maine and the second is a poem written by Nightingale. The first poem can read in the online diary and since the second poem is the personal expression of Nightingale, it is included in its entirety] [2.] Think of Me Tho I may in after years Meet with troubles, sorrows cares Tho my brow be furrowed o’er With lines imprinted deep and sure – Think O’ Think of me. If misfortune round me throws Her fullness of earth’s bitter woes If from sorrows cup I drink O sever not one friendly link Ever think of me. Think of many happy hours Spent beneath the orchard bowers Where our hearts in childish glee Beat in love and unity Happy then were we. Beneath those trees we used to swing Or books in hand would read or sing This I remember well and fain Would call back those hours again But no tis passed away. The rites of fortune none can know May be tis happiness, may be woe, But wait, it all I ask of thee In friendship to remember me Sometimes remember me. H.O.N April 18,1864. Note: 2. EJB was Edmund J. Brookings (1832-1909) , 16th Maine, Co. B. He was also a member of the Sons Of Temperance Division mentioned later ( Aug /64) in the diary. Crooks, Terence G. “Transcribed and Annotated Diaries of Henry Oliver Nightingale.” Unpublished manuscript, 2014. Microsoft Word file.
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