Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Diary of Belle Edmondson

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March, Sunday 13, 1864       Hopes, what are they? Beads of morning       Strung on Slender blades of Grass,       Sweet is hope’s wild warbled air       But oh!— it’s echo is despair! Today is the first anniversary of the happiest day in my life—just one short year ago, twas then on Friday morning, he came for me to [...]

Diaries and Letters of Belle Edmondson