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Monday evening,
September 27th 1852
"I know whence the sadness comes over you now
You have strewn the dust on the sunny brow,
we have given the lovely to earth's embrace
She has taken the fairest of Beauty's race
Withe their laughing eyes, and their petal crown
They have gone from among you in silence dow

They are gone from among you, the young, the fair
You have lost the gleam of their shining hair
But I know of a land where falls no blight
I shall find them there with their eyes of light
I go where th eloved ones have left you to dwell
And flowers are not of Death's."

It is just seven weeks ago this night that I last wrote withing these pages -- I with what different feelings I once more attempt to write ! -- what a change these fewe intervening weeks have brought!--My heart sinks, I can hardly collect my thoughts -- nor think at all, though I thought I had I had nerved up to teh task; but oh my darling, my lost one. I should feel I had done injustice, to they memory did I permit the closing fo they beautiful young life to pass without a record, and for thy sake I will brush away the blinding tears and nerve my

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