Monday, January 1, 1872 On the Death of "Margaret Tait" 1847 The sunbeams gild the woody heights And through the evening branches play. Unwished for dreamy night returns I joyless view returning day. I wander here alone forlorn And care nae what may next begin Tears trickling down to mix wi "Thine" Lamenting Her that's taen awa In vain for one the [illegible] blooms And sweetly blossoms every tree Pale Death has cast his shadow o'er My Friend, my Sister, where is she? Ye warblers cease your plaintive strains Ye green leaves off your branches fa'. Come dremy nature mourn wi me Death's left your fairest flower awa. See down her "Lover's" Manly cheeks, The tears of woe are gushing fast. The future seems a dreary Blank He [illegible] view the blissful pact. Oh haste, oh haste, ye wintry winds And cloth the Plains in sleety snow Oh spring nae mair return again Ye [illegible] nae her that's taen awa. - over -