Go Little Book-Page 1

Writings from a collective journal, 1820-1850, recently found and republished here.

The Sun May Rise

And Greet our eyes,

With natures leatis fair!

But dark as night,

IS friendship be not there.

Nor you bright star

That from afar,

Its oosary (ossuary) light pours down

ban ever vie.

With the soft eye,

That never gives a frown!

Friendship’s smile

May cheer the while,

When other joys have sped!

It is A flower,

That guides lifes bower

When youth and beauty is fade.

May Joys divine

Be ever thine

With Friendships wreath entwined,

And some kind friend

Thy steps attend,

To the with love combined.

L. W.

Leatis-Brit a trench or ditch that conveys water to a mill wheel

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1 comment
  1. With the soft eye,
    That never gives a frown!
    Friendship’s smile
    May cheer the while,
    When other joys have sped!

    thumbs up.

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