Poem from Mary A. Johnson to Ruth Colton, 1837 May 30
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May 30 1837 Wednesday
Can friendship be destroyed by time
Ah no my friend that cannot be
While memory's potent powers are mine
I'll think of thee
And oft at twighlights pensive hour
That sacred hour so dear to me
Beneath some lonely silent bower
Ill think of
thee
And when the weary are at rest
And all are lost in sleep but me
And
friends are gone far to the West
Ill think of
thee
And can I e'er forget thee, never
Though parted we may ever be
Till
death and earthly ties shall sever
Ill think of
thee
And when the storms of life are past
And we are hurried to the tomb
On
[ ] happy shore at last
O may I meet with thee
Mary Angeline
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Ruth C