4510675Poems — To BelleMartha A. Smith

TO BELLE.


I could not close this little book
Without for thee some kindly feeling;
While o'er these pages you may look,
My love for thee I am revealing.

And when I gaze upon thy face,
And meet affection there so tender,—
A gentle loving heart I trace,
That forever I'll remember.

My friend, thou hast within thyself
One of God's best blessings,—
A pure heart within thy breast,—
So loving, fond, and trusting.

Long years ago, since first we met,
Among my friends you number,—
A dear loved one I'll ne'er forget,
But fondly e'er remember.