Seemed to know me no more.
But hope fondly whispers it shall not be so;
Each purified spirit my bosom shall know,
And all unremembered the ’plaining of woe,
We’ll joy in the Lord.
1824. E. P. K.
WRITTEN IN L. J.’S ALBUM.
Gay visions for thee ’neath hope’s pencil have glowed,
Peace dwells in thy bosom, a guileless abode;