WILLIAM FRANCIS BRAND CIVIL WAR LETTERS
This collection, 1856 (1857-1866) 1959, ca. 134 items, chiefly consists of Civil War letters written by Confederate Soldier William Francis Brand (1840-1936), Augusta County, Virginia, to Amanda Catherine Armentrout, his future wife and a Greenville, Augusta County resident. Brand was a private in Company E (the Augusta Grays), 5th Virginia Regiment, Stonewall Brigade, Army of Northern Virginia.
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-Mary D. Edwards Summer 2000
1856-1861 16 items Letters of John P. Lightner to Amanda C. Armentrout Brand #11332
March 28th 1861
Greenville Augusta Co Va
Dear Kate
Tis said that absence conquers love
But oh believe, it not
Ive tried alas its powers to prove,
But thou are not forgot.
Lady though fate has bid us part,
Yet still thou art as dear-
As fixed to this devoted heart
As when I clasped you here[.]
I plunged into the busy crowd,
And smiled to hear thy name,
And yet as if I thought aloud
They know me still the same, -
And when the wine-cup passes, round,
I toast some other pair;
But when I ask my heart the sound,
Thy name is echoed there.
And when some other name I learn
And try to whisper love,
Still will my heart to the[thee] return
Like the returning dove;
In vain I never can forget
And would not be forgot
For I must bear the same regret
Whatever may be my lot.
Even as the wounded bird would seek,
Its favorite bower to die
So lady I would with you speak
And give the parting sigh.
If other guests should come Id deck my hair
And choose my newest garments from the shelf
When thou art bidden I would clothe my heart
With holiest purpose as for god him self[.]
For them I wile the hours with tale or song,
Or web of fancy, fringed, with careless rhyme,
But how to find a fitting lay for thee,
Who hast the harmonies of evry time.
God bless you darling when the moon
Shames far away the mist of night
And trails above the waving corn
Her gorgeous glory robes of light[.]
God bless you when the Sunset tints
Warm the high battlements of heaven,
As day a fond warm kiss imprints,
Upon the gentle brow of even.
God bess you, may your sleep be sweet
And fraught with bright & peaceful dreams,
And waking may your youthful feet
Tread, mid lovers flowers ,by crystal streams.
Oh friend beloved, I sit apart and dumb
Sometimes in sorrow, oft in joy divine,
My lips will falter, but my prisond heart
Springs forth to measure its faint pulse with thine.
Written by your humble friend P. L.
Scorn not the simple words,
Though with simple rusticks [sic] towered,.