OBITUARY - ALEXANDER POLAND

Submitted by: Jan Redelsperger, jansperger at gmail dot com

Source: "Kelsonian," Kelso, Cowlitz Co., Washington, March 1896

In Memoriam
Hall of General Saunders Post No. 
83 Dept. Washington and Alaska G. A. R.

Kelso, Washington, March 2, 1896
For the Post Commander, officers, and 
Comrades of Gen'l Saunders Post No.
83 G. A. R. assembled.  We, your
committee who were detailed to draft
appropriate resolution in memory of
our late comrade, Alexander Poland, and

   WHEREAS-It has pleased our Su-
Preme Commander to remove from our
Midst our honored comrade, Alexander
Poland, late of Co. E. 28th Regt. Ills.
Infantry Vols. Aged 64 years, and

   WHEREAS-it is meet and proper for
Us to mourn his departure from us, and 
To sympathize with those who were
Near and dear to him, in this their
Affliction; therefore be it

   RESOLVED-That this post sincerely
Mourns the death of our late comrade,
Alexander Poland, and feel that by his
Removal from among us this post has
Lost an earnest member, the communi-
ty in which he lived a law-abiding cit-
izen and his family their best and dear-
est friend.

   RESOLVED-that to his sorrowing
Widow and bereaved children in this
their dark hour of sadness, we, as
friends and comrades, extend to them
our sympathy and protection, com-
mending them to our Great Command-
er who ever careth for them, and with-
out whose notice  not even a sparrow
falleth to the ground.





   RESOLVED-That in token of our re-
spect to our deceased comrade the
Charter of this post be draped in
Mourning for thirty days; that these
Resolutions be spread upon the records
Of this post, that a copy of the same
under seal of the post, be presented to
the bereaved family of our late com-
rade, and that copies be sent to each 
paper in the county for publication
with the following poem;
            
Over the River
Over the river, the boatman pale
Has carried another honored Vet:
His silver locks waved in the gentle gale,
Honored comrade, we see you  yet.

He crossed in his bosom his trembling hands,
And fearlessly entered the phantom bark;
We felt it glide from the silvery strands
And all our sunshine grew strangely dark.

We know that he is safe on the golden shore,
Where all the white robed angels roam;
Over the river, the mystic river,
Our comrade is waiting to welcome us home.

Respectfully submitted by your committee in 
F. C. and L.
                               W.B. Shanklin
                               Henry  Allen