WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 7, 1872

We stood among the fallen leaves in Autumn’s bright prime, When just our [illegible] hearts begin to live the olden time. And as we grow old and think Of so many a year not passed, We may make the old and [illegible] too, [illegible] in the [illegible] past.

And the carnations now, perhaps Strangers forget a cheek. Come back to us those memories leaves we would have [illegible] or make. We stand among the fallen leaves in our own autumn days, And listening to our feeble hopes, [illegible] children say.

We look not back to long ago Yet all we know has been, For “we must” for we may not live To see our own children’s [illegible]. Yet as we see the years [illegible] lean of [illegible] in [illegible], Childhood without its return— The past fills our hearts.

— [illegible]