To Miss Sue
A day for thee sweet lady. Oh I would the power were mine
To weave a worthy chaplet for that polished brow of thine
I would I had the minstrels art thy praises to prolong
I would blend thy name of loveliest with the number of sweet song
Thou'rt very, very beautiful and ofter when I gaze
Upon thy smooth fair cheek sweet girl where many a ringlet plays
I fain would breathe a heartfelt prayer that life might be to thee
A scene of hallowed loveliness like sunset out at sea
May time who in his wasting march leaves many a print of care
Never trace a wrinkle on thy brow, thy cheek stain with a tear
And may that heart of thine unscathed by passions gloomy fire
Beat like the gentle melody of a master hand strong lyke
May'st thou be happy maiden dear thou shoulds't be nothing less
So formed to win the warm heart's love, so made to cheer and bless
When he who pays his tribute now to that sweet face and form
Shall be perchance the pilgrim of the tempest and the storm
Farewell, the word is spoken and we part
Yet know thy name is written on the tablets of my heart
And fancy oft shall picture thee maid of the calm fair brow
A holy thin of memory as beautiful as now
Mistake me not sweet maiden nor the offering I bring
Believe not an earthly thought inspired the day I sing
“Tis breathed upon buy gentler thoughts with prayers for thee and thine
And I know with pleasant memories of name's
Thou'lt think of mine
TSN......
October 1859