Miss E. White, Once a Week (1861)
“ Lady! if I survive this bitter smart, And struggle on—in spite of wasting tears And weary sighs—to see in future years Youth’s radiant light from those sweet eyes depart Time’s silver mingling with thy golden hair ”
Miss E. White, Once a Week, Series 1, Volume III…
“ In pitying accents from the far-off shore— “Why dost thou shed such tears from those sad eyes? Untimely wasting! Weep for me no more. I died to live; and when life seemed to close, The dawn of God’s eternal day arose.” ”
