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18640413-18640414
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"Awake," put on thy youthful strength Combat with Earth's increasing cares; [Thou'lt] gain the victory at length Or nobly sink when death appears; Not shrink and shudder at thy fate But courage keep, [inviolate]. E.J.B. 16th Maine. Think of me. 1. That I may in after years Meet with trouble, sorrows, cares; Tho' my brow by furrowed [illegible] With lines imprinted deep and sure - Think, O. think of me! 2. If misforture round me throws - Her fulness of earth's bitter woes; If from Sorrows cup I drink - O sever not one friendy link. Ever think of me. 3 Think of many happy hours Spent beneath the orchard flowers, Where our hearts in childish glee Beat in love and unity; Happy then were we. 4 Beneath those trees we used to swing Or Books in hand would read or sing. This I remember well; and fair Would I call back those hours again, But no, 'tis passed away. 5 The [ides] of [Fortune] none can throw May be happiness, may be woe But with it a I ask of thee In friendship to remember me, Sometimes remember me. H.O.N. Aug. 18th 1864 ------------------------------ 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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Henry O. Nightingale diary, 1864
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UC Merced, Library and Special Collections
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Henry O. Nightingale diaries

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