Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Wednesday, December 9, 1868 – “O moments fraught with love and truth!”

This is a cold day. I was doing chores to day. W. Stott left here this morning. The Schoolmaster is up this way to night. Jim is not at home to day. I was reading Sunshine and Shadow in New York.

So Tired.
Oh days of hope!
O hours of youth!
O moments fraught
with love and truth!
O summer of the heart!
Ye flit, and pass,
and come again
Like mirage seen
on desart plains-
Ye mock me and depart.
1868


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