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Unknown [Poem praising John Augustine Washington]

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Gilder Lehrman Collection #: GLC02953.02 Author/Creator: Unknown Place Written: s.l. Type: Printed document Date: circa 1861 Pagination: 1 p. ; 25 x 16.7 cm. Order a Copy

Written in praise of Washington, who died 13 September 1861. States "No soldier of fortune, no seeker or pelf, No lover of glory and fame; But simply a man who was true to himself, The home where he'd dwelt and his name..."

John Augustine Washington was the great-grandnephew of George Washington. He owned Mount Vernon until 1858, when the Mount Vernon Ladies Association purchased the estate. During the Civil War, Washington served as aide-de-camp to General Robert E. Lee.

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John Augustine Washington
of
MOUNT VERNON
LT.-COL. AND AIDE-DE-CAMP TO
GENERAL ROBERT EDWARD LEE
C. S. A.
KILLED, VALLEY MOUNTAIN, SEPT. 13, 1861

No soldier of fortune, no seeker of pelf,
No lover of glory and fame;
But simply a man who was true to himself,
The home where he'd dwelt and his name.

He rode far away at the call of the land,
Unmindful of peril and fate;
A smile on his face and wave of his hand,
For children who stood at the gate.

He rode by the side of the kingliest knight,
And deemed it a guerdon to share
His tent and the march, or the danger and fight-
To kneel by his chieftain in prayer.

He lay where he fell, with the light on his face,
Untouched by dishonor and shame,
Defeated-yet true to the pride of his race,
The home where he'd dwelt and his name.

The tears were like dew in the eyes of the chief,
Who gazed on the form of his friend,
And thought of the children at home and their grief,
The blossom of life and its end!

He sent, all entwined with his pity and love,
The flowers that grew where he fell-
And angels, who walked on the ramparts above,
Repeated their call, "It is well."

'Tis well, tho' for years he has slept 'neath the sod,
Uncrowned by the laurels of fame,
And simply a man who was true to his God,
The home where he'd dwelt and his name!

Washington, John Augustine, 1821-1861
Lee, Robert E., 1807-1870
Washington, George, 1732-1799

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