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Daniels, Henry F.


Age: 21, credited to Eden, VT
Unit(s): 2nd VT INF
Service: enl 9/3/61, m/i 9/20/61, Pvt, Co. D, 2nd VT INF, d/dis 3/26/62

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Birth: abt 1840, Washington County, VT
Death: 03/26/1862

Burial: Soldiers Home National Cemetery, Washington, DC
Marker/Plot: B 1819
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Tom Ledoux
Findagrave Memorial #: 32495481


Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, mother Charlotte, 6/1/1874; father Seth D., 11/28/1885, VT, not approved
Portrait?: Unknown
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
(If there are state digraphs above, this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldiers' home in that state after the war)

Remarks: None


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Soldiers Home National Cemetery, DC

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Henry Daniels

Lamoille Newsdealer: DEC. 25, 1862

Lines Written in the Death of Henry Daniels, of Eden, Who Enlisted in the 2nd Vermont Reg., and Died March 25th, 1862


I've breathed no sign, shed no tear,
   Where brother takes his rest :
I've never knelt upon the sod
   That lies above his breast'

He sleeps afar from childhood's home,
   'Mid strangers graves---------alone,
And they, who pass the lowly mound.
   Repeat the word......"Unknown".

Unknown to them the mother's hope,
   That centered once in him;
Unknown to them the sister's love,
   Not death itself can dim.

O,could we but have closed his eyes----
   Received his parting breath;
And heard him speak one kind good bye
   Before he slept in death.

It would have been a pleasure sad,
   To have treasured up the scene;
A painful lesson, fraught with good,
   For memory's hand to gleam.

We cannot place one flowery wreath,
   Embalmed in sorrow's tear;
To breathe its last sweet fragrance out,
   Above the lost and dear.

Yet will the moonlight, soft and pure,
   His couch with beauty lave;
And angels from their starry home,
   Keep watch o'er Brothers Grave.

Submitted By: Deanna French