[for the Richmond Dispatch.]
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in memory of Mrs. Bettle Woodson. wife of Lieut. J. G. Woodson, of the 19th Va Regt., who died Wednesday, Oct. 2d, 1861. [by A friend] ‘"And I heard a voice from Heaven saying unto me, write, blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: you, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them.-- Revelations."’ ‘ "None knew thee but to love thee,
None named thee but to praise."
Farewell, farewell, a fond farewell!
The fairest flower must fade,
With no fit trouts left to tell
The mourner where it laid.
The rosehud blooms to fade away,
The violet droops its head:
They bloom in brightness but a day,
Then all their charms are fied.
But thine will be a better part;
For should no tombstone rise.
Thy name is graven on each heart,
And virtue never dies.
Thy, parents husband, children, friends
Thy warm affection know;
And thee the loss their bosom rends,
They still must bid thee go.
Far, far away above the skies,
They trust they too may soar,
Where wars and tumults never rise;
Where parting is no more.
"Thon art not dead but sleepeth" sound,
Thy spirit is on high,
Although thy body's in the ground,
We'll meet beyond the sky.
’ Albemarle county, Va., Nov. 6th 1861.
