WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 3, 1872. But the green grass is withered no flowers blooming there A few leafless branches are all that remain Like dreams of my boyhood now shattered & broken Tell all things are changed since the "days that are gone" I sought then the "Rock" that overhung the clear water And hoping that time there had lightly passed o'er But the brown moss had crept o'er the letters there graven And dark looked the waves as they rolled to the shore, It is vain then I tried to seek joy in the present The past were but visions, no traces remain. As nature has changed so the hearts have been faithless That vowed they'd be true "in the days that are gone" E. - Friendship's Valentine - Written to Mary McGill Feb. 14th 1848 - No tender tales have I to tell Of Lover's Joy and Pain When hopes and fears usurp the sway And both alternate reign No bleeding heart, a sacrifice I bring to Venus' Shrine No Mary this, alone accept- As "Friendship's Valentine"