Written 1845
by Mary Baker Glover Eddy.

[?] Unclear or illegible Sweet thoughts my heart still loves to own Deep [?] Unclear or illegible tones that waken weal & woe Dep [?] Unclear or illegible arted joys blest [?] Unclear or illegible moments flown Sad in the South wind murmur low [?] Unclear or illegible Oh stay [?] Unclear or illegible and whither wouldst thou roam Gay restless essence bounding free Bliss to my bosom were the [?] Unclear or illegible loan Of wings to wander back with thee. For whence thou comest Ive Corrected: I've a gem Low buried 'neath the deepening dust Oh thither bear me breeze of balm Back to that bosom of my trust. Where oft the dewdrops nightly seek His lonely rest like morurning bride To shed sfoft tears that fane bespeak Where memory flows with love abide Where oft the silent moonbeams [?] Unclear or illegible wend Where flresh the figtreeCorrected:fig tree buddeth near And weeping willows lowly bend [?] Unclear or illegible Above the bier of one so dear. Go bathe thy wings in ordorCorrected:odor, waft The hoursly incense of my love Before the cup of grief I wquaff Unite me to his soul above. Then balmy breeze with [?] Unclear or illegible moonbeam glows Return & gently fan my cheek But no, thy sighing [?] Unclear or illegible  would disclose The hither from that grave I seek. Oh say do worms dare revel round tThat casket whence the germ was thrust Hath lovliness Corrected: loveliness a level found be Beneath the col [?] Unclear or illegible d & common dust Ah not in joy the answer lies Thou hurrie [?] Unclear or illegible st past in grief or glee The while m [?] Unclear or illegible y soul in sackcloth sighs Oh beauteous dust to look on thee