Tuesday morning –

Sue – you can go or stay –

There is but one alternative –

We differ often lately, and this

must be the last.

You need not fear to leave me

lest I should be alone, for

I often part with things I fan-

cy I have loved, –  sometimes to

the grave, and sometimes to an

oblivion rather bitterer than

death – thus my heart bleeds

so frequently that I shant

mind the hemorrhage, and I only

add an agony to several previous

ones, and at the end of day re-

mark a bubble burst!

Such incidents would grieve

me when I was but a child,

and perhaps I could have wept

¦ 

when little feet hard by mine,

stood still in the coffin, but

eyes grow dry sometimes, and

hearts get crisp and cinder,

and had as life burn.

Sue – I have lived by this.

It is the lingering emblem

of the Heaven I once dreamed,

and though if this is taken,

I shall remain alone, and

though in that last day, the

Jesus Christ you love, remark

he does not know me — there

is a darker spirit will not

disown it’s child.

Few have been given me, and if

I love them so, that for idolatry,

they are removed from me – I

simply murmur gone, and the

billow dies away into the bound-

less blue, and no one knows but

me, that one went down to-

day. We have walked very

pleasantly — Perhaps this is the

point at which our paths

 ¦ 

diverge – then pass on singing

Sue, and up the distant hill

I journey on.

 

 

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