To Miss. Rissler. When time a shadowing veil has cast. O'er many a year flown fast away. And memory of the joyous past. Sweetens the bitter of to-day. Is there a thought sad sorrow healing. Which can awhile your grief suspend. Yes! there's a sweet a holy feeling. Tis the remembrance of a friend.
R. N. September. 27.th 1853.