Ah but many sad years ago My life was burdened with woe But the seens [_sic_] through which I passed Are now with gladness overcast.
I was born in your earth to await The coming of a cruel fate Yes, I a true and loving wife But mine was a sad darkened life.
Oh a life which seemed to last To me the future, as the past, And as the lone hours drifted by My only prayer, Oh could I die.
Cruel is the assassins hand Yet so many are in your land Day by day as a fearful flood Hearts have flowed in tears of blood.
My own the pain, I could not tell But I can say I know full well My soul ne'er found sweet peace one day And with earth I could no longer stay.
My form was sold to doctors three So you have all that's left of me I come to greet you in white mull You that prizes my lonely skull.
I can cause you many bright hours Strew your path in purest flowers For your kindness tendered me I will _always_ guard and guide thee.
You may call me your Sister Belle My other name I ne'er can tell They tell me it is for the best To let earth's troubles be at rest.
Tis _I_ who have often raped [_sic_] In your quiet room have taped [_sic_] And have impressed on your mind Many inquiries of me so kind.
By Blind Harry for a beautiful lady who gives the name Belle.
Horace you wonder if all is well Yes, I'm more happy than I can tell For sorrow and trouble does not last But like a sweet dream goes gliding past In a smooth path of eternal day Where dawns for each a perpetual May.
Dear M---- tell her, and family too That I am ever to them most true And I daily guide her tender feet Where'er she goes upon the street That she has my love forever more I understand her more than before.
Oh! yes this bright and eternal space Fills each true soul with love and grace There is nothing like earth's crimes so vile No frown wreathes the face but a sweet smile And which glides along, to one and all Greeting old, and young, gay, and small.
The bright spirit world is everywhere And to each is appointed some care To guide earth's children on their way Amid the poor, as well as the gay We dwell in fields of labor and love Guiding thousands in true relms [_sic_] above.
Many things I would love to rehearse Which would be written for me in verse But so many are here to await Their joyous messages to relate Many friends with me are ever near To guide our brother Horace dear.--