Amos Milton Garriott (1822 - 1861)

Generation #3

Amos was the fifth child of Simeon and Nancy (Vaughn) Garriott and unfortunately, I have the least amount of information. He was born in 1822 and was buried in 1861 at Mt. Hebron Cemetery, Little York, IN. Amos had 7 children through his first wife, Mary Haines and his second wife, Sarah Moon. Those children are:

Amos and Mary

	Augustus Simeon Garriott (1846 - 1921) who married Martha Densford
	Samuel Garriott - a minister
	Mary Garriott - married first a Woerner and later a Hicks from Virginia
	Lydia Alice Garriott - married Rev. Chas T. Price

Amos and Sarah

	John Garriott
	Nellie Garriott
	Rachael Garriott

There once was a cabin that I could call mine, it stood in the midst of a beautiful plain

Although it is fallen and ruined by time, it once was my home for my sweet Mary Ann.

Though humble its aspect and poorly arrayed and it all the dwelling that we could afford

Yet when at its altar together we prayed we found in that cabin the presence of God.

That cabin though built upon corner of stone and Mary was young and blooming and gay.

It long since has fallen and Mary is gone and in her cold grave is mouldering away.

And now I am removed from that lovely spot and I may never review it again

The peaceful enjoyments shall never be forgot, of the cabin that stood in the midst of the plain.

There my time like an arrow blew sweetly away and love and hope made my bosom their home,

Each season to me was blooming and gay, and I never dreamed of the sorrows to come.

Dissolving time hath changes made, that rests in sadness on my mind

The brightest hopes of earth will fade beneath the changing scenes of time.

There is a joy that will not fall beneath the weight of rolling years

Though earth and moon and stars should all forever vanish from their spheres.

With that joy love is - gain with every sorrow that may roll,

This priceless boon I humbly claim the hope of glory in my soul.

This the joy that canst not deceive the beauty fadeing not away

This is the honor that will live when every other must decay.

There speed your flight ye rolling years and bear me on to death’s cold wave

For God who dries the mourners tears can bring his people from the grave.

Now I’m content that should I live in smouldering dust beneath the sod

For in my flesh I know that I shall see my Saviour and my God.

Composed by my father Amos M Garriott (1850?)

A S Garriott his son