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Rhoda Bates
I Cannot Forget Thee

I cannot forget thee tis lifes earliest dream
The fairest in long vanished hours
The bright ray that lightens lifes wearisome [STREAM?]
The rose bud to garnish its lowers
Let others speak lightly. I trust all to thee
where time shall have swept with his wing
Each spot from th record of fond memory
Their hope to thy promise shall bring

Memory
Yet like a tool of fancy works
Those specters to dilate
That startles conscience as she lurks
within her lovely seat

July 25th 1845
Lattitude 33,07 North
Longitude 48,43 West

Oh that our lives which flee so fast
In purity were such

Memory
A pen to register a key
That winds through secret wards
Are well assigned to Memory
By allegorie bards

As a [PITY?] also might be given
A pencil to her hand
That softening objects sometimes even
Outstrips the hearts demand

That smoothes forgone distress the lines
Of lingering care subsides
[???] vanished [???] refined
And clothed [???] [???] [???]

Rhoda Bates Rhoda Bates Rhoda Bates

[WRITTEN ON MARGIN]
That not a image of the past
Should fear that pencils touch

[WRITTEN ON MARGIN]
Rhoda A Bates 1845

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