Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Wordless Wednesday (not very this week): A Victorian Poem



from autograph album of
Emma Sickles Thornton Davis 

Mary Caroline "Nannie" Thornton Shaw
March 30, 1874
Bedford, Indiana 
"Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy,
Which come in the night time of sorrow and care, 
And bring back the features that joy used to wear, 
Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd!
Like the vase, in which roses have once been distill'd,
You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still."

Your sister, 
Nannie Thornton 
March 30, 1874

 
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