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Ken Margison
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Bio
I've been researching my Benjamin and Margison ancestry from Greene County NY for about 20 years. Not only to answer my own questions, but hopefully to be able to answer anyone else who is looking for answers. Find A Grave is one way to help.
The Departed
by Park Benjamin
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams—
But where the cheerful lights of home
In constant lustre burn,
The departed—the departed!
Can never more return!
The good, the brave, the beautiful,
How dreamless is their sleep
Where rolls the dirge-like music
Of the ever-tossing deep,
Or where the hurrying night winds
Pale winter's robes have spread
Above their narrow palaces
In the cities of the dead.
I look around and feel the awe
Of one who walks alone
Among the wrecks of former days,
In mournful ruin strown;
I start to hear the stirring sounds
Among the cypress trees,
For the voice of the departed
Is borne upon the breeze.
That solemn voice!—it mingles with
Each free and careless strain;
I scarce can think earth's minstrelsy
Will cheer my heart again.
The melody of summer waves,
The thrilling notes of birds,
Can never be so dear to me
As their remembered words.
I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles
Still on me sweetly fall;
Their tones of love I faintly hear
My name in sadness call.
I know that they are happy,
With their angel plumage on,
But my heart is very desolate,
To think that they are gone.
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams.
But where the cheerful lights of home
In constant lustre burn—
The departed—the departed
Can never more return!
The Departed
by Park Benjamin
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams—
But where the cheerful lights of home
In constant lustre burn,
The departed—the departed!
Can never more return!
The good, the brave, the beautiful,
How dreamless is their sleep
Where rolls the dirge-like music
Of the ever-tossing deep,
Or where the hurrying night winds
Pale winter's robes have spread
Above their narrow palaces
In the cities of the dead.
I look around and feel the awe
Of one who walks alone
Among the wrecks of former days,
In mournful ruin strown;
I start to hear the stirring sounds
Among the cypress trees,
For the voice of the departed
Is borne upon the breeze.
That solemn voice!—it mingles with
Each free and careless strain;
I scarce can think earth's minstrelsy
Will cheer my heart again.
The melody of summer waves,
The thrilling notes of birds,
Can never be so dear to me
As their remembered words.
I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles
Still on me sweetly fall;
Their tones of love I faintly hear
My name in sadness call.
I know that they are happy,
With their angel plumage on,
But my heart is very desolate,
To think that they are gone.
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams.
But where the cheerful lights of home
In constant lustre burn—
The departed—the departed
Can never more return!
I've been researching my Benjamin and Margison ancestry from Greene County NY for about 20 years. Not only to answer my own questions, but hopefully to be able to answer anyone else who is looking for answers. Find A Grave is one way to help.
The Departed
by Park Benjamin
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams—
But where the cheerful lights of home
In constant lustre burn,
The departed—the departed!
Can never more return!
The good, the brave, the beautiful,
How dreamless is their sleep
Where rolls the dirge-like music
Of the ever-tossing deep,
Or where the hurrying night winds
Pale winter's robes have spread
Above their narrow palaces
In the cities of the dead.
I look around and feel the awe
Of one who walks alone
Among the wrecks of former days,
In mournful ruin strown;
I start to hear the stirring sounds
Among the cypress trees,
For the voice of the departed
Is borne upon the breeze.
That solemn voice!—it mingles with
Each free and careless strain;
I scarce can think earth's minstrelsy
Will cheer my heart again.
The melody of summer waves,
The thrilling notes of birds,
Can never be so dear to me
As their remembered words.
I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles
Still on me sweetly fall;
Their tones of love I faintly hear
My name in sadness call.
I know that they are happy,
With their angel plumage on,
But my heart is very desolate,
To think that they are gone.
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams.
But where the cheerful lights of home
In constant lustre burn—
The departed—the departed
Can never more return!
The Departed
by Park Benjamin
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams—
But where the cheerful lights of home
In constant lustre burn,
The departed—the departed!
Can never more return!
The good, the brave, the beautiful,
How dreamless is their sleep
Where rolls the dirge-like music
Of the ever-tossing deep,
Or where the hurrying night winds
Pale winter's robes have spread
Above their narrow palaces
In the cities of the dead.
I look around and feel the awe
Of one who walks alone
Among the wrecks of former days,
In mournful ruin strown;
I start to hear the stirring sounds
Among the cypress trees,
For the voice of the departed
Is borne upon the breeze.
That solemn voice!—it mingles with
Each free and careless strain;
I scarce can think earth's minstrelsy
Will cheer my heart again.
The melody of summer waves,
The thrilling notes of birds,
Can never be so dear to me
As their remembered words.
I sometimes dream their pleasant smiles
Still on me sweetly fall;
Their tones of love I faintly hear
My name in sadness call.
I know that they are happy,
With their angel plumage on,
But my heart is very desolate,
To think that they are gone.
The departed! the departed!
They visit us in dreams,
And they glide above our memories
Like shadows over streams.
But where the cheerful lights of home
In constant lustre burn—
The departed—the departed
Can never more return!
