[left facing page] To my Aunt Nettie Whilst thou dost roam over the path of life, Amidst its sunshine and its shade May the fairest flowers in thy pathway bloom, Where beuty [beauty] shall never fade.
May all the blessings of earth smile on thee, As thou dost onward go; And may thy path be always free, From sorrow, care and woe.
May true and faithful friends be thine, Till the journey of life is over. And Heavens bounty ever bless Thy basket and thy store.
[right facing page] May fond and loving hearts twine round, Thy heart so kind and true; To bless thy ever happy home. And cheer lifes journey though [through].
When sorrow's darkest wave shall roll, On the eventful sea of life, May no rough surges chill thy soul, But all be peace throughout thy life.
Plains Mills. August 25th 1860. Your little nephew Luther M. Hinkel.