My Dearest,
I trust to fate that rules our lives
this letter finds you well
How many times I've read your last
I can no longer tell
Today is Independence day
A day for giving thanks
There are no celebrations though
among our thinning ranks
For yesterday Virginia gave
more sons than she can spare
Across the field and up the slope
near a cemetery there
Today we form our thinning ranks
We march through dismal rain
To cross the wide Potomac
where we will stand again
For to long I have cheated death
as I did yesterday
For to long I have worn this suit
of patched and tattered gray
I fear the end of all this comes
just how, I cannot say
The war is lost, and so, will end
It may be years, or, days
I pray you will remember me
when spring comes to our land
That you will feel me still with you
and know I hold your hand
If only I could see your face
and kiss your gentle brow
I then could tell my broken soul
that it must live somehow
But know this in your heart of hearts
should my savior calls me home
You are with me tender, Dearest one
I will not be alone
Yours Always
William






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