From Transcribe Wiki
Jump to: navigation, search

[Left facing page] For what is Beauty? 'tis as dreams, That quickly pass away; And what is Worth? 'tis what it seems, And never will decay.

True worth will live beyond the grave, 'Twill pierce Death's shadowy mist, And near the throne of God on high Eternally exist."

[on right facing page] To my Friend, Nettie Mayst thou live in joy for ever, Naught from thee true pleasure sever; From thy heart arise no sigh, And no tear bedew thine eye; Joys be many, cares be few, Smooth the path thou shalt pursue. And heavens richest blessings shine, Ever on both thee and thine

Round thy path may fairest flowers, as in amaranthine bowers, Bloom and blossom, bright and fair, Load with sweets the ambient air, Be thy path with roses strewn. And thy hours to care unknown; Sorrow cloud thy pathway never, And happiness be thine for ever. V. C. R. Buckhannon July 13th 1858 Upshur Co Va