Son of Walter Neilson Iron Master of Govan Ironworks. Iron Master Engineer and Founder/Owner of Oakbank Iron Works Glasgow, Scotland. Elder brother of James Beaumont "Hot Blast' Neilson (1972-1865). Good biography here:
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Your Headstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died long before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not are own.
Dear ancestor the place you filled
One hundred years or more ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place
And come to pay my respects to you.
Author Unknown.*
***
Your Headstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died long before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not are own.
Dear ancestor the place you filled
One hundred years or more ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place
And come to pay my respects to you.
Author Unknown.*
Son of Walter Neilson Iron Master of Govan Ironworks. Iron Master Engineer and Founder/Owner of Oakbank Iron Works Glasgow, Scotland. Elder brother of James Beaumont "Hot Blast' Neilson (1972-1865). Good biography here:
***
Your Headstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died long before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not are own.
Dear ancestor the place you filled
One hundred years or more ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place
And come to pay my respects to you.
Author Unknown.*
***
Your Headstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marble stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died long before I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood and bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not are own.
Dear ancestor the place you filled
One hundred years or more ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this place
And come to pay my respects to you.
Author Unknown.*
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