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C.S.A., 1864, $2, Confederate Treasury Note with Poem

Currency:USD Category:Coins & Paper Money / Paper Money - United States Start Price:150.00 USD Estimated At:200.00 - 300.00 USD
C.S.A., 1864, $2, Confederate Treasury Note with Poem
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This item SOLD at 2021 May 26 @ 18:17UTC-4 : AST/EDT
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Richmond, VA. Deb. 17th, 1864. $2 Confederate Treasury Banknote, S/N95670, with poem on back of genuine $2 - with several staple & similar holes & nick in upper center margin. Poem is: "In memoriam, Respectfully dedicated to the holders of Confederate Treasury Notes, Representing nothing on gods earth now,/ And naught in the waters below it _/ A pledge of the nation thatÍs dead and gone,/ Keep it, dear friend, and show it./ Show it to those who will lend an ear/ Of liberty born, of the patriots dream-/ Of the storm-cradled nation that fell./ Too poor to possess the precious ores/ And too much of a stranger to borrow,/ We issued one day our promises to pay,/ And hoped to redeem on the morrow./ The days rolled on and weeks became years,/ But our coffers were empty still,/ Corn was so rare that the treasury quaked,/ if a dollar should drop in the till./ But the faith that was in us was strong, indeed,/ And our poverty well discerned,/ And these little checks represented the pay/ That our suffering volunteers earned./ We know it had hardly the value in gold,/ Yet as gold our soldiers received it;/ It gazed in our eyes with a promise to pay,/ And each patriot soldier believed it./ But our boys thought little of price or pay./ Or of bills that were over due,/ We knew if it brought us bread to-day,/ 'Twas the best our poor country could do./ Keep it-it tells our history oÍer-/ From the birth of its dream to the last;/ Modest and born in the angel Hope,/ Like the hope of success it passed."