Glenn, Thomas S.

Thomas S. Glenn

1857-1864

DIED

    On Friday, the 18th instant, of Congestion, THOMAS S., only son of THOMAS H. and MARY C. GLENN, aged 6 years and 5 months.

There's a fresh little mound 'neath the willow
    Where at evening I wander and weep,
There's a dear vacant spot on my pillow
    Where a sweet little face used to sleep;
There were pretty blue eyes, but they slumber
    In silence beneath the dark mound'
And the little pet lamb of our number
    Has gone to the heavenly fold.

Do I deam, when I sleep I behold him
    With a beauty so fresh and divine,
And so close in my arms I enfold him,
    I can feel his soft cheek upon mine!
Oh! so lovely those gentle eyes glisten
    That my vision is lost in my terars,
    And bewildered, enraptured, I listen
    To a voice from the spirits bright spheres.

There's a silence in parlor and chamber,
    There's a sadness in every room,
We know that the Father hath claimed him
    Yet all things seem burdened with gloom,
But I'll not be a comfortless mourner,
    No longer brood over my pain,
For I know where the angels have borne him
    And soon I shall see him again.

(Source: Niles Republican, Saturday, March 26, 1864, page 3, col. 2, microfilm Niles District Library)