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Amos Humiston to Dear wife, March 25, 1863
To my wife
You have put the little ones to bed dear wife
And covered them ore with care
My Frankey Alley and Fred
And they have said their evening prair
Perhaps they breathed the name of one
Who is far in southern land
And wished he to were thare
To join their little band
I am very sad to night dear wife
My thoughts are dwelling on home and thee
As I keep the lone night watch
Beneath the holley tree
The winds are sighing through the trees
And as they onward roam
They whisper hopes of happiness
Within our cottage home
And as they onward passed
Ore hill and vale and bubling stream
They wake up thoughts within my soul
Like music in a dream
Oh when will this rebellion cease
This cursed war be ore
And we our dear ones meat
To part from them no more?