Posted on 05/27/2006 5:23:11 PM PDT by genefromjersey
SULLIVAN POTTER
Narrative:
To a place some call Manassas
And others call Bull Run
Marched two great armies -Blue and Gray
In the Spring of ’61.
Two generals manuevered
And emplaced their heavy guns
But Sullivan Potter’s final thoughts
Were of Sarah and his sons.
(Lyrics – 1st verse)
I dreamed of you last night, dear wife
Of our home-so far away:
Saw the dear children kneel by the fireside bright –
I could almost hear them pray !
But the grandfather’s clock that I bought for your Birthday
It was silent: the hands stopped at Ten -
Then I knew in my dream I had fallen in battle:
Ne’er would I see you again !
(Chorus)
Oh, If I should fall in battle, darling ,
Please promise not to cry:
The breath of Spring upon your cheek
Will tell you that I am still nigh –
Through blazing sun and winter’s cold,
Till life itself is through :
When you reach the end of your long, long road,
I’ll be waiting,dearest for you !
(Lyrics, verse 2)
The bugles sound, and the horses snort -
I must march with my Brigade ;
We must cross the bridge at Manassas Creek
Where the cruel games of War will be played.
I”ll finish this letter when the battle is over-
You’ll be in my thoughts until then;
I just wish I could be there to tell you I love you-
Just wish I could hold you again !
(Chorus)
Oh, If I should fall in battle, darling ,
Please promise not to cry:
The breath of Spring upon your cheek
Will tell you that I am still nigh –
Through blazing sun and winter’s cold,
Till life itself is through :
When you reach the end of your long, long road,
I’ll be waiting,dearest for you !
Narrative:
When the smoke of battle lifted
And everything was still,
Sullivan Potter and his dreams
Lay silent on that hill.
The centuries have come and gone
And there’s no more Blue and Gray-
But brave soldiers still write letters home
And brave families wait and pray.
"July 14, 1861
Camp Clark, Washington
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movements may be of a few days duration and full of pleasure - and it may be one of some conflict and death to me. "Not my will, but thine, O God be done." If it is necessary that I should fall on the battle field for my Country, I am ready.
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys, I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows, when after having eaten for long years the bitter fruits of orphanage myself, I must offer it as the only sustenance to my dear little children, is it weak or dishonorable, that while the banner of my forefathers floats calmly and fondly in the breeze, underneath my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children should struggle in fierce, though useless contests with my love of Country
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm Summer Sabbath night, when two-thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying perhaps the last sleep before that of death, while I am suspicious that death is creeping around me with his fatal dart, as I sit communing with God, my Country and thee. I have sought most closely and diligently and often in my heart for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I love, and I could find none. A pure love of my Country and of the principles I have so often advocated before the people - another name of Honor that I love more than I fear death, has called upon me and I have obeyed.
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and burns me unresistably on with all these chains to the battle field.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me - perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortunes of this world to shield you, and your children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the Spirit-land and hover near you, while you buffet the storm, with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience, till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladest days and in the darkest nights, advised to your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours, always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
As for my little boys - they will grow up as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long - and my blue eyed Edgar will keep my frolicks with him among the dim memories of childhood. Sarah I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters, and feel that God will bless you in your holy work.
Tell my two Mothers I call God's blessing upon them. O! Sarah I wait for you there; come to me and lead thither my children.
Sullivan"
Sarah died 50 years after him; she never remarried.
You are right. I had originally titled the piece "Sullivan Ballou", but when transcribing (from memory) had a "senior moment".
The correct text should be as follows:
SULLIVAN BALLOU
Narrative:
To a place some call Manassas
And others call Bull Run
Marched two great armies -Blue and Gray
In the Spring of ’61.
Two generals manuevered
And emplaced their heavy guns
But Sullivan Ballou’s last thoughts
Were of Sarah and his sons.
(Lyrics – 1st verse)
I dreamed of you last night, dear wife
Of our home-so far away:
Saw the dear children kneel by the fireside bright –
I could almost hear them pray !
But the grandfather’s clock that I bought for your Birthday
It was silent: the hands stopped at Ten -
Then I knew in my dream I had fallen in battle:
Ne’er would I see you again !
(Chorus)
Oh, If I should fall in battle, darling ,
Please promise not to cry:
The breath of Spring upon your cheek
Will tell you that I am still nigh –
Through blazing sun and winter’s cold,
Till life itself is through :
When you reach the end of your long, long road,
I’ll be waiting,dearest for you !
(Lyrics, verse 2)
The bugles sound, and the horses snort -
I must march with my Brigade ;
We must cross the bridge at Manassas Creek
Where the cruel games of War will be played.
I”ll finish this letter when the battle is over-
You’ll be in my thoughts until then;
I just wish I could be there to tell you I love you-
Just wish I could hold you again !
(Chorus)
Oh, If I should fall in battle, darling ,
Please promise not to cry:
The breath of Spring upon your cheek
Will tell you that I am still nigh –
Through blazing sun and winter’s cold,
Till life itself is through :
When you reach the end of your long, long road,
I’ll be waiting,dearest for you !
Narrative:
When the smoke of battle lifted
And everything was still,
Sullivan and all his dreams
Lay silent on that hill.
The centuries have come and gone
And there’s no more Blue and Gray-
But brave soldiers still write letters home
And brave families wait and pray.
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