Sunday, May 24, 1868 - "As sweet as mountain laurel The wild-bee loves to sip"

This is also a cloudy wet day.
Thare is none of the folks to Church to day.
William Wilbur went home to day.
I was doing chores to day.

I saw her but a moment,
But, Oh! I’ll not forget-
Her cheeks were like the roses,
When by the dew-drops wet
I saw her but a moment,
Her eyes did on me rest-
I thought myself in heaven.
Amid the seraphs blest.
I saw her but a moment,
With coral on her lips,
As sweet as mountain laurel
The wild-bee loves to sip.