Hard is the task to take a final leave Of friends whom we shall see Ah! never With unaccustomed grief my bosom heaves And burns with latent fire forever A vernal feeling As Written: feling thrills my very heart And scarce the accustomed word is spoken We firmer grasp the hand still loath to part And wish that grasp might ne'er be broken But go ― those finer feelings riven Which through my bosom shot And with the take this flower of Heaven The flower forget me not
| Accession: | A11312 |
| Editorial Title: | Mary Baker Eddy to Andrew Gault Jr., January 1836 |
| Author: | Mary Baker Eddy |
| Recipient: | Andrew Gault Jr. |
| Date: | January 1836 - archivist estimate |
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Hard is the task to take a final leave Of friends whom we shall see Ah! never With unaccustomed grief my bosom heaves And burns with latent fire forever A vernal feling Corrected: feeling thrills my very heart And scarce the accustomed word is spoken We firmer grasp the hand still loath to part And wish that grasp might ne'er be broken But go ― those finer feelings riven Which through my bosom shot And with the take this flower of Heaven The flower forget me not