Title from first line of poem.

[Recto]

1 ~

Oh! surely the soul was formed for delight
Though cares our very best moments annoy. =
AGentle twilights of peace can dispel the dark night
And hope, through the gratings of anguish bring Joy

2

The rose with no thorn may sweet odors exhale
To cheer the fond heart the fair time of some maiden's bright hour;
Yet dearest to her is the murmuring gale
When it waffs [illegible] a perfume of the sweetest crushed flower -

3

Though tears may be sad, yet they loosen the cords
of our sorrows; and tenderly transform [crossed out, illegible] to bliss!
When the heart that's weighed down is touched with kind words
If there's heaven on earth, it is this!! It is this! -

G:D:B:

[Verso]

To Miss J:A:B: