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Bios (Grady) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Highland-Scioto-Pike County OHIO Biographies.....Aaron Grady August 30 1848 - 1911 ******************************************************* File contributed for Ohio Biographies Project by: Mary Kenworthy niddy_noddy@netzero.net May 3, 2006, 7:26 am Author: Mary Kenworthy Aaron Grady was Superintendent of Scioto County Schools and left behind a calligraphy of poetry regarding his friends in Ohio during the Civil War Days. He was related to Laura Grady who married Marion Kenworthy in 1874 in Highland Ohio. THE BROKEN HOUSEHOLDlines written on the death of John Wesley, Samanatha Jane and Rachel Ann Manker: who died in the following order:: John Wesley, October 8-1862-Mante March-4-and Annie the 12-1863: By Aaron Grady. Co.G. 91-Regt.O.V.I.. The house-hold bond is broken now. And sorrow’s shade is on the brow. Which erst wore smiles of joy: For Wesley’s gone and left us weeping O’er the loved in death now sleeping, A brave and noble boy! Twas in that season of the year. When plaintive sounds fall on the ear. The tender tie was riven. Twas on a calm October day. When faith and hope both seem to say. There are no tears in heaven. He sought not wealth. He asks no fame. A higher-nobler-purer aim. Inspired his manly breast. His country called for volunteers And in the ranks he soon appears. The traitors to resist. Thus in the name of God and truth. Went bravely forth this noble youth. His country’s cause to save. And while he was not called to yield His life upon the battle field. Yet sacred be his grave And may the flowers of brightest hue. Smile sweetly o’er the brave and true. Though we may weep in pain., And when the day of life is fled. Where farewell tears are never shed, May we all meet again! But O, a darker cloud of gloom. Soon gathered o’er that quiet home. And made us weep again. For when the birds again did sing So sweetly in the morn of spring. Death called for Mante Jane. Oh! Must another blooming flower. So soon be taken from the bower. This fair and tender one! For eighteen summers there it grew. As fair and bright as gems of dew. That sparkle in the sun. If this must be O, who can tell The grief with which our hearts shall swell. The silent, burning tear! O, God to us they grace be given, And take our child safe home to heaven To meet her brother there! And when she’s gone the rose shall bloom, In summer o’er her lonely tomb While memory lingers by: And while the lamp of life shall burn. We’ll visit olt her mouldering urn. And o’er it breathe a sigh. Then fare thee well dear Mante Jane. For though art gone with Christ to reign To join the angel throng. And when our lives on earth shall close And on our graves shall smile the rose We’ll join thee in thy song. But ere the heart had ceased to grieve. Another still was called to leave. For life is but a span. In eight short days the angel said. Another lovely flower must fade. And called for Rachel Ann. O, then, a short but last adieu! For soon our meeting shall be new, In that bright world above. There parting words shall ne’er be given. Nor love’s pure chain again be riven, Where all is life and love Now in the shade of life’s fair tree The spirits of those lovely three All sing “I’m safe at home” And when our time on earth shall end. Our spirits too shall upward bend In paradise to roam. And while those forms are in the grave. The evergreen shall o’er them wave. To tell us where they rest. Then let those loved ones there remain, Wesley-Anne-Mante Jane- Their souls for ever blessed. Our bodies too will God refine, And with his jewels they shall shine, When he shall bid them rise. And when we quit this mortal shore. As others oft have done before. We’ll hail them in the skies. O then when death our cheeks shall pale. And we have past the gloomy vale. And in the earth lie down. Then may we sing our trails past. And meet our loved in heaven tat last To wear life’s fadeless crown. Additional Comments: There are many other poems related to Sheridian's Battle at Cedar Creek andthe death of his soldier friend Joseph T. Shade at Clarksburg and his brother James Grady also has written memories on the framed calligraphy wall hanging. This file has been created by a form at http://www.poppet.org/bios/ohbios/ File size: 4.3 Kb -------------------------------- End of OH-FOOTSTEPS-D Digest V06 Issue #66 ******************************************