John Henry BAILEY, b. October 28, 1845, Georgia; d. January 1, 1863; m. Sallie STEPHENS, Bef. 1863.
Notes for John Henry BAILEY:
Bailey, Henry A. - Private March 4, 1862. Captured at Baker's Creek, Mississippi, May 16, 1863. Paroled at Fort Delaware, Delaware on July 3, 1863. Died in Coweta County, Georgia, while home on furlough, August 20, 1863.
Civil War Poem About Soldiers From Coweta County, Georgia
The original handwritten copy of this poem is signed by Miss F. P. PEEK; it is believed that her mother wrote the poem. The present town of Turin was formerly known as Preston. Many names of early Coweta County families are mentioned in the poem.
"The Fallen Soldiers of Preston"
By Miss E. B. ROGERS
I sing a dirge for Preston,
For the brave who passed away,
And those who fell in battle,
Before the first of May.
And foremost in the fated band,
The glory of his age,
We see a youthful hero stand,
The gallant F. F. PAGE.
Death loves a shining mark, 'tis said,
And loves to dim the eye,
Where manly courage beams, but Fred
Was not afraid to die.
Away in gloomy Lynchburg,
With no kind friends to tell
His thoughts to, or his parting words,
Died poor young William SHELL.
And where our men for freedom's cause,
With invading vandals met,
Lieutenant WALKER left his life,
On the plains of Summerrest.
On the good field of Mannassas,
Marcus NORTH in victory fell;
And George and James CARMICAL,
For their country fighting well.
And gallant Preston RUSSELL,
On the twenty-first of July,
Showed how a Southern Soldier,
For home and friends could die.
At home among his kindred,
Noah WALKER passed away;
Lieutenant BRIDGES also,
In the Summer's bright array.
William COLE and Henry BAILEY,
Were permitted to return,
And die among their loved ones,
Who for them long will mourn.
Bob CARMICAL, Reuben WILLIAMS,
Robert NORTH and Newton COLE,
And Tom HUNTER and Jim MORGAN
Will never answer to the roll.
For they died in far Virginia,
But their memories will remain,
When the liberty has come to us,
So many died to gain.
And William PEEK and Edward,
And Freddie RUSSELL, too,
And Billie SUGGS are gone for aye,
No more to meet our view.
William CARMICAL nobly,
On the field of death did fall,
And Jessie SUMMERS answered,
And obeyed his country's call.
And Dr. BROOKS at Knoxville,
And in the self same fight,
Lieutenant NEWMAN gallantly
Died battling for the right.
'Tis sad to think that one like him,
So manly, strong and brave,
Lies far away from home and love,
In a lone Soldier's grave.
And on the second of July,
Eighteen and sixty-three,
Henry SUMMERS died a soldier's death,
While struggling to be free.
In that hard fought fight at Gettysburg,
Marching to the advance,
Even at the cannon's mouth he fell,
Lieutenant Colonel HANCE.
His name has left us, and its light
Should shine on history's page,
For a braver or a better man,
Never lived in any age.
My dirge is sung, my rhymes are wrought,
But everyone can tell,
The ground is holy where they fought,
And holy where they fell.
A copy of this poem was given to me during the Civil War Centennial in the 1960's by Rev. Ralph SEGREST, Turin Circuit, Methodist Church.
Phil Tidwell
Notes for John Henry BAILEY:
Bailey, Henry A. - Private March 4, 1862. Captured at Baker's Creek, Mississippi, May 16, 1863. Paroled at Fort Delaware, Delaware on July 3, 1863. Died in Coweta County, Georgia, while home on furlough, August 20, 1863.
Civil War Poem About Soldiers From Coweta County, Georgia
The original handwritten copy of this poem is signed by Miss F. P. PEEK; it is believed that her mother wrote the poem. The present town of Turin was formerly known as Preston. Many names of early Coweta County families are mentioned in the poem.
"The Fallen Soldiers of Preston"
By Miss E. B. ROGERS
I sing a dirge for Preston,
For the brave who passed away,
And those who fell in battle,
Before the first of May.
And foremost in the fated band,
The glory of his age,
We see a youthful hero stand,
The gallant F. F. PAGE.
Death loves a shining mark, 'tis said,
And loves to dim the eye,
Where manly courage beams, but Fred
Was not afraid to die.
Away in gloomy Lynchburg,
With no kind friends to tell
His thoughts to, or his parting words,
Died poor young William SHELL.
And where our men for freedom's cause,
With invading vandals met,
Lieutenant WALKER left his life,
On the plains of Summerrest.
On the good field of Mannassas,
Marcus NORTH in victory fell;
And George and James CARMICAL,
For their country fighting well.
And gallant Preston RUSSELL,
On the twenty-first of July,
Showed how a Southern Soldier,
For home and friends could die.
At home among his kindred,
Noah WALKER passed away;
Lieutenant BRIDGES also,
In the Summer's bright array.
William COLE and Henry BAILEY,
Were permitted to return,
And die among their loved ones,
Who for them long will mourn.
Bob CARMICAL, Reuben WILLIAMS,
Robert NORTH and Newton COLE,
And Tom HUNTER and Jim MORGAN
Will never answer to the roll.
For they died in far Virginia,
But their memories will remain,
When the liberty has come to us,
So many died to gain.
And William PEEK and Edward,
And Freddie RUSSELL, too,
And Billie SUGGS are gone for aye,
No more to meet our view.
William CARMICAL nobly,
On the field of death did fall,
And Jessie SUMMERS answered,
And obeyed his country's call.
And Dr. BROOKS at Knoxville,
And in the self same fight,
Lieutenant NEWMAN gallantly
Died battling for the right.
'Tis sad to think that one like him,
So manly, strong and brave,
Lies far away from home and love,
In a lone Soldier's grave.
And on the second of July,
Eighteen and sixty-three,
Henry SUMMERS died a soldier's death,
While struggling to be free.
In that hard fought fight at Gettysburg,
Marching to the advance,
Even at the cannon's mouth he fell,
Lieutenant Colonel HANCE.
His name has left us, and its light
Should shine on history's page,
For a braver or a better man,
Never lived in any age.
My dirge is sung, my rhymes are wrought,
But everyone can tell,
The ground is holy where they fought,
And holy where they fell.
A copy of this poem was given to me during the Civil War Centennial in the 1960's by Rev. Ralph SEGREST, Turin Circuit, Methodist Church.
Phil Tidwell
John Henry BAILEY, b. October 28, 1845, Georgia; d. January 1, 1863; m. Sallie STEPHENS, Bef. 1863.
Notes for John Henry BAILEY:
Bailey, Henry A. - Private March 4, 1862. Captured at Baker's Creek, Mississippi, May 16, 1863. Paroled at Fort Delaware, Delaware on July 3, 1863. Died in Coweta County, Georgia, while home on furlough, August 20, 1863.
Civil War Poem About Soldiers From Coweta County, Georgia
The original handwritten copy of this poem is signed by Miss F. P. PEEK; it is believed that her mother wrote the poem. The present town of Turin was formerly known as Preston. Many names of early Coweta County families are mentioned in the poem.
"The Fallen Soldiers of Preston"
By Miss E. B. ROGERS
I sing a dirge for Preston,
For the brave who passed away,
And those who fell in battle,
Before the first of May.
And foremost in the fated band,
The glory of his age,
We see a youthful hero stand,
The gallant F. F. PAGE.
Death loves a shining mark, 'tis said,
And loves to dim the eye,
Where manly courage beams, but Fred
Was not afraid to die.
Away in gloomy Lynchburg,
With no kind friends to tell
His thoughts to, or his parting words,
Died poor young William SHELL.
And where our men for freedom's cause,
With invading vandals met,
Lieutenant WALKER left his life,
On the plains of Summerrest.
On the good field of Mannassas,
Marcus NORTH in victory fell;
And George and James CARMICAL,
For their country fighting well.
And gallant Preston RUSSELL,
On the twenty-first of July,
Showed how a Southern Soldier,
For home and friends could die.
At home among his kindred,
Noah WALKER passed away;
Lieutenant BRIDGES also,
In the Summer's bright array.
William COLE and Henry BAILEY,
Were permitted to return,
And die among their loved ones,
Who for them long will mourn.
Bob CARMICAL, Reuben WILLIAMS,
Robert NORTH and Newton COLE,
And Tom HUNTER and Jim MORGAN
Will never answer to the roll.
For they died in far Virginia,
But their memories will remain,
When the liberty has come to us,
So many died to gain.
And William PEEK and Edward,
And Freddie RUSSELL, too,
And Billie SUGGS are gone for aye,
No more to meet our view.
William CARMICAL nobly,
On the field of death did fall,
And Jessie SUMMERS answered,
And obeyed his country's call.
And Dr. BROOKS at Knoxville,
And in the self same fight,
Lieutenant NEWMAN gallantly
Died battling for the right.
'Tis sad to think that one like him,
So manly, strong and brave,
Lies far away from home and love,
In a lone Soldier's grave.
And on the second of July,
Eighteen and sixty-three,
Henry SUMMERS died a soldier's death,
While struggling to be free.
In that hard fought fight at Gettysburg,
Marching to the advance,
Even at the cannon's mouth he fell,
Lieutenant Colonel HANCE.
His name has left us, and its light
Should shine on history's page,
For a braver or a better man,
Never lived in any age.
My dirge is sung, my rhymes are wrought,
But everyone can tell,
The ground is holy where they fought,
And holy where they fell.
A copy of this poem was given to me during the Civil War Centennial in the 1960's by Rev. Ralph SEGREST, Turin Circuit, Methodist Church.
Phil Tidwell
Notes for John Henry BAILEY:
Bailey, Henry A. - Private March 4, 1862. Captured at Baker's Creek, Mississippi, May 16, 1863. Paroled at Fort Delaware, Delaware on July 3, 1863. Died in Coweta County, Georgia, while home on furlough, August 20, 1863.
Civil War Poem About Soldiers From Coweta County, Georgia
The original handwritten copy of this poem is signed by Miss F. P. PEEK; it is believed that her mother wrote the poem. The present town of Turin was formerly known as Preston. Many names of early Coweta County families are mentioned in the poem.
"The Fallen Soldiers of Preston"
By Miss E. B. ROGERS
I sing a dirge for Preston,
For the brave who passed away,
And those who fell in battle,
Before the first of May.
And foremost in the fated band,
The glory of his age,
We see a youthful hero stand,
The gallant F. F. PAGE.
Death loves a shining mark, 'tis said,
And loves to dim the eye,
Where manly courage beams, but Fred
Was not afraid to die.
Away in gloomy Lynchburg,
With no kind friends to tell
His thoughts to, or his parting words,
Died poor young William SHELL.
And where our men for freedom's cause,
With invading vandals met,
Lieutenant WALKER left his life,
On the plains of Summerrest.
On the good field of Mannassas,
Marcus NORTH in victory fell;
And George and James CARMICAL,
For their country fighting well.
And gallant Preston RUSSELL,
On the twenty-first of July,
Showed how a Southern Soldier,
For home and friends could die.
At home among his kindred,
Noah WALKER passed away;
Lieutenant BRIDGES also,
In the Summer's bright array.
William COLE and Henry BAILEY,
Were permitted to return,
And die among their loved ones,
Who for them long will mourn.
Bob CARMICAL, Reuben WILLIAMS,
Robert NORTH and Newton COLE,
And Tom HUNTER and Jim MORGAN
Will never answer to the roll.
For they died in far Virginia,
But their memories will remain,
When the liberty has come to us,
So many died to gain.
And William PEEK and Edward,
And Freddie RUSSELL, too,
And Billie SUGGS are gone for aye,
No more to meet our view.
William CARMICAL nobly,
On the field of death did fall,
And Jessie SUMMERS answered,
And obeyed his country's call.
And Dr. BROOKS at Knoxville,
And in the self same fight,
Lieutenant NEWMAN gallantly
Died battling for the right.
'Tis sad to think that one like him,
So manly, strong and brave,
Lies far away from home and love,
In a lone Soldier's grave.
And on the second of July,
Eighteen and sixty-three,
Henry SUMMERS died a soldier's death,
While struggling to be free.
In that hard fought fight at Gettysburg,
Marching to the advance,
Even at the cannon's mouth he fell,
Lieutenant Colonel HANCE.
His name has left us, and its light
Should shine on history's page,
For a braver or a better man,
Never lived in any age.
My dirge is sung, my rhymes are wrought,
But everyone can tell,
The ground is holy where they fought,
And holy where they fell.
A copy of this poem was given to me during the Civil War Centennial in the 1960's by Rev. Ralph SEGREST, Turin Circuit, Methodist Church.
Phil Tidwell
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