Writings from a recently discovered journal
Touch gently with thy taper fingers
The strings of some loved lute
The Cherished sounds will with you linger
E’en when the strings are mute
And thus I’d have thy thoughts recur,
When far away from thee,
To Him who leaves a tribute here
For Friendships Memory.
Over the azure sky above,
Clouds sweep by caravans,
But still the star we watch and love
On memory remains.
And Even through their dusty forms,
O’ershadowing earth and sea,
As fiercely driven by careless storms.
That star is bright to me.
When Starry night doth wane away,
Beneath the sun gay gleam,
do we forgit the moons pale ray,
lost in a gaudier beam,
O with the stars I’d have thee keep,
my friendships memory
and when i gaze on heaven’s blue deep,
I’ll fondly think of thee.
Miss Mary A. Millis
Oswego, Oct 29, 1838
From Her Friend,
Morris D. James