Sunday, June 28, 1868 - "I was picking strawberrys to day."

This has been a fine day. Some of the folks were to Church to day. I was picking strawberrys to day. All quiet on the Potamac.

Ay, lean upon
Me lovingly,
And with those
Eyes of thine
Gaze, fondly
Down the pictured Past,
As I do now with thine;
And may the golden light, which shone
Upon Hope’s rosy glass,
Illumine all the
mirror’s disk Whereon
the visions pass.