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ODE TO JAMES HEYWARD
On the event of his untimely demise in the fall of 1805 near Charleston, South Carolina Oh James Heyward, where have you gone Pray tell us... where do you reside? Are you resting in the library's wing backed chair Or buried in the cemetery outside?
An early dawn deer hunting party Had supposedly taken you away But, your sister Maria saw you asleep at eight When her footsteps through the library strayed Returning horses hooves drummed a death knell Bearing sad news of your demise Oh, James Heyward where have you gone? You were right before Maria's eyes! Your lifeless form draped across the horse Told of a hunter's worst nightmare But, still a disbelieving sister protested "I saw him asleep right there!" "Muddy boots on his feet, field jacket on his back Still wearing a green felt cap on his head Chin on chest, fast asleep before the fire Now, you tell me my brother is dead!" "Dear sister, are you certain of the time?" Her other grieving brother inquired. "For 'twas at eight this morning that the accidental gunshot was fired!" "He swung with the butt of his gun In defense of a charging wild boar. His frightened steed reared, the gun discharged Our beloved brother was no more!" So tell us James Heyward, if you can Oh, where have you truly gone? Are you now with the angels in heaven Or is your spirit still in the library at home? Rosalene H. Abrams January 30, 2000
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