Daughter of Samuel S. and Mary B. (Welborn) Gilleland, wife of 1st Lt. John P. Starling
Poem written by Sarah on January 9, 1865, after the death of her husband, John:
Alone I sit beneath my lonely roof
And muse o'er pleasures gone
Four months ago at eventide
My husband sat here by my side
Tonight I sit alone.
The snowdrops patter on the pane
The wind makes fitful moan
My fire goes out, my light burns dim
While I sit here and think of him
Who left me here alone.
Four months ago his smiles so sweet
Were fresh upon my brow
He brought them me, I was his bride
But they have gone far from my sight
And they are witheld now.
Our home, once his and mine
Once bright with pleasant cheer
Is lonely now, the light of hope burns dim
My spirits sink and drop
Because he is not here.
In vain I listen to the violin
To waken music gay
My spirit of late is sad
Nor can its music make me glad
Because he is gone away.
Yet here I linger when it seems
I can no longer stay
He can not return no more on earth
What is to be our fate I know not
But we will not meet on earth.
I trust that on the golden shore
He for his bride will wait
We shall meet there, oh yes thank God
Tho' here I walk alone.
We there may wander hand in hand
Beside the crystal stream and stand
Together near the throne
And sing praise to our almighty Father.
Transcribed by Sadie E. Starling.
Poem written by Sarah on January 9, 1865, after the death of her husband, John:
Alone I sit beneath my lonely roof
And muse o'er pleasures gone
Four months ago at eventide
My husband sat here by my side
Tonight I sit alone.
The snowdrops patter on the pane
The wind makes fitful moan
My fire goes out, my light burns dim
While I sit here and think of him
Who left me here alone.
Four months ago his smiles so sweet
Were fresh upon my brow
He brought them me, I was his bride
But they have gone far from my sight
And they are witheld now.
Our home, once his and mine
Once bright with pleasant cheer
Is lonely now, the light of hope burns dim
My spirits sink and drop
Because he is not here.
In vain I listen to the violin
To waken music gay
My spirit of late is sad
Nor can its music make me glad
Because he is gone away.
Yet here I linger when it seems
I can no longer stay
He can not return no more on earth
What is to be our fate I know not
But we will not meet on earth.
I trust that on the golden shore
He for his bride will wait
We shall meet there, oh yes thank God
Tho' here I walk alone.
We there may wander hand in hand
Beside the crystal stream and stand
Together near the throne
And sing praise to our almighty Father.
Transcribed by Sadie E. Starling.
Daughter of Samuel S. and Mary B. (Welborn) Gilleland, wife of 1st Lt. John P. Starling
Poem written by Sarah on January 9, 1865, after the death of her husband, John:
Alone I sit beneath my lonely roof
And muse o'er pleasures gone
Four months ago at eventide
My husband sat here by my side
Tonight I sit alone.
The snowdrops patter on the pane
The wind makes fitful moan
My fire goes out, my light burns dim
While I sit here and think of him
Who left me here alone.
Four months ago his smiles so sweet
Were fresh upon my brow
He brought them me, I was his bride
But they have gone far from my sight
And they are witheld now.
Our home, once his and mine
Once bright with pleasant cheer
Is lonely now, the light of hope burns dim
My spirits sink and drop
Because he is not here.
In vain I listen to the violin
To waken music gay
My spirit of late is sad
Nor can its music make me glad
Because he is gone away.
Yet here I linger when it seems
I can no longer stay
He can not return no more on earth
What is to be our fate I know not
But we will not meet on earth.
I trust that on the golden shore
He for his bride will wait
We shall meet there, oh yes thank God
Tho' here I walk alone.
We there may wander hand in hand
Beside the crystal stream and stand
Together near the throne
And sing praise to our almighty Father.
Transcribed by Sadie E. Starling.
Poem written by Sarah on January 9, 1865, after the death of her husband, John:
Alone I sit beneath my lonely roof
And muse o'er pleasures gone
Four months ago at eventide
My husband sat here by my side
Tonight I sit alone.
The snowdrops patter on the pane
The wind makes fitful moan
My fire goes out, my light burns dim
While I sit here and think of him
Who left me here alone.
Four months ago his smiles so sweet
Were fresh upon my brow
He brought them me, I was his bride
But they have gone far from my sight
And they are witheld now.
Our home, once his and mine
Once bright with pleasant cheer
Is lonely now, the light of hope burns dim
My spirits sink and drop
Because he is not here.
In vain I listen to the violin
To waken music gay
My spirit of late is sad
Nor can its music make me glad
Because he is gone away.
Yet here I linger when it seems
I can no longer stay
He can not return no more on earth
What is to be our fate I know not
But we will not meet on earth.
I trust that on the golden shore
He for his bride will wait
We shall meet there, oh yes thank God
Tho' here I walk alone.
We there may wander hand in hand
Beside the crystal stream and stand
Together near the throne
And sing praise to our almighty Father.
Transcribed by Sadie E. Starling.
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