This is a very fine day. It is clear and frosty to day. Some of the folks are to church to day.
I shaved[?] to day. 1867.
Joe Dysart preached in New Kingston to day.
Ann was over to New Kingston today.
1 As the Bird that journey Southward
To escape the winters blight.
Plumes her wing and waits expectant,
For the hour to take her flight.
2 So should we be ever ready,
For the glorious time to come,
When our souls on angels pinions
Shall be wafted to our home.
3 So shall we from heights celestial,
View our earthly care and Strife,
As the steps by which we mounted
To a higher, purer life.
I shaved[?] to day. 1867.
Joe Dysart preached in New Kingston to day.
Ann was over to New Kingston today.
1 As the Bird that journey Southward
To escape the winters blight.
Plumes her wing and waits expectant,
For the hour to take her flight.
2 So should we be ever ready,
For the glorious time to come,
When our souls on angels pinions
Shall be wafted to our home.
3 So shall we from heights celestial,
View our earthly care and Strife,
As the steps by which we mounted
To a higher, purer life.
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