Friendship

----Naught can be seen

More beautiful or excellent or fair

Than face of faithful friends, fairest when seen

In darkest day; many sounds are sweet,

But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend,

Sweet, always sweetest, heard in loudest storm

                                                S.P.

                                    Oh happy they:

The happiest of their kind

Whom gentle stars unite

And in one fate their hearts

Their fortunes and beings blend

May 14 1833            Eliza L. Rogers

Charity

Charity is kind—is affable—it passes by no door

Of sorrow—turns a deaf ear to no cry of distress—

It goes forth like an angel of God—proclaiming

Who is sick—poor distressed—and forsaken—it asks

For the heart swollen with grief—for the eye red with weeping—For the lonely widow—the wretched and forsaken—the wandering orphan—and the heart broken stranger.

Over these she weeps—over these she spreads

The mantle of her kindness—with balmy wings

She fans away the last cloud of despair

Feeds with the waters of consolation

    Such is the kindness of charity                       Elizabeth Alden

                                                                    sixty three this day

                                  Montville – Nov 7^th 1830

To Mary

“Here is one leaf reserved for me

From all those dear memorials free

And here my simple lay would tell

The feelings thou canst guess so well

But could I thus within the mind

One little vacant corner find

Where no impression yet has been

But like the paper white and clean.

Oh! it should be my sweetest care

To write my name forever there.

To say adieu excites a tear

When from our friends we sever

Hard ‘tis to part when hallowing fear

Whispers we part forever

Salem June 20^th 1831  Sarah Ann Ransom

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