Now, what to do I do not know, Or how to make my paragraph; So I’ll doff my hat, and make my bow And send this as my autograph.
MAY there be just clouds enough o’er your life to cause a glorious sunset.
THAT every kindly wish and thought, By friends expressed within these pages, Be yours, and trials common to us all May cross your path by “easy stages.”
REMEMBER me when far away, And only half awake; Remember me on your wedding-day, And send a slice of cake.
WHEN worth and beauty prompt the line, Perhaps a pen as poor as mine May be forgiven To try and write of things divine, And think of heaven! But pause, rash verse! and don’t abuse A bashful maiden’s ear with news Of her own beauty! And yet no other theme I’ll choose, Or think a duty! So, then, for fear I might offend, I’ll say, _God bless her!_—and thus end.
THE earth can boast no purer tie, No brighter, richer gem, No jewel of a lovelier dye, Than Friendship’s diadem.
Then may this ray of light divine Ne’er from our bosoms fade; But may it on our pathway shine, Till death our hearts invade.
---- is your name, Single is your station; Happy be the little man That makes the alteration.
OH! love is such a strange affair; So strange to all. It cometh from above And lighteth like a dove On some. But some it never hits Unless it gives them fits. Oh, hum.
THY cheerful, gentle ways, I do admire: Thy future, to be happy, I greatly desire; Thy trusting confidence, may I require; Thy firm friend to be, will I aspire.
AS a slight token of esteem, Accept these lines from me; So plain and simple, they do seem Unworthy such as thee. But soon these traced lines will fade And disappear—’tis their doom. May you, unlike them, be arrayed In a perpetual bloom.
IN memory’s wreath may one bud be entwined for me.
WE are all placed here to do something. It is for _us_, and not for _others_, to find out what that something is, and then, with all the energy of which we are capable, honestly and prayerfully to be about our business.
OH! think of me some day When I am far away; I’ll pray thy days be long And joyous as the song Of sweet birds singing near, Thy heart with love to cheer.
MAY joy thy spirit fill, All care and sorrow cease; Remember ’tis His will Who hath spoken, “Peace!”