To Miss Hannah
How sweet in lone dejection's hour,
When rayless seems life's changing sky,
While clouds of sorrow o'er us lowers
And storms of dark despair are nigh:
To backward sail by memorys tide,
And call to mind departed years -
Those friends in whome we once relied,
The soothers of affliction's tears.
Oh then how prized some little boon,
some pledge of their affection dear;
'Twill turn griefs night to pleasure's noon -
The soul from fell despondence clear.
And such may this fair Album be,
A casket of the brightest gems;
Sweet blossums from affection's tree,
Pearls set in Friendship's diadems.
signed "Abby"
