Weep not for me I'm dead and gone.
My loving friends God will be done.
But on my child do pity take, and
love him for his mothers sake.
Weep not she is not dead but sleepeth.
A voice we loved is stilled, a voice
is vacant in our hearts that
never can be filled.
Good night rich prince, and flights
of angels sing thee to thy rest.
- Col. Sidney Bean, killed at the
- assault Port Hudson May 29, 1863
- age 29 yrs. 4th Wis. Cav.
- (Civil War - shot in the head by Minie Ball)
Tell not in mournful numbers.
Life is but an empty dream.
For the soul is dead that slumbers
and things are not what they seem.
Peace on Earth and joy in Heaven .
Farewell brother but not forever.
There will be a glorious dawn.
We shall meet to part no never.
On the resurrection morn.
A mother kind, a wife so dear
constant friend lies buried here. We mourn
her loss while here we stay. And hope
to meet in bless someday.
For thee we need not weep
since thou art now among
the blest.
No more by sin or sorrow
press'd.
but hushed in quiet sleep.
How far that little candle
throws his beams.
Farewell conflicting hopes and fears
where lights and shades alternate dwell.
How bright the unchanging morn appears.
Farewell inconstant world farewell.
Lived for his fellow man
and died happy.
Hope reaches beyond the grave.
Alas how changed that lovely flower
that bloomed and cheered our hearts.
Only daughter Sophia only 9 months.
Let us labor to enter into that rest.
So home my friends dry up your
tears. We must lie here till Christ
our savior does appear.
Like two young lambs.
Side by side they sleep.
