Poems (Smith)/To Belle

by Martha A. Smith

TO BELLE.

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I could not close this little book
 Without for thee some kindly feeling;
While o'er these pages you may look,
 My love for thee I am revealing.

And when I gaze upon thy face,
 And meet affection there so tender,—
A gentle loving heart I trace,
 That forever I'll remember.

My friend, thou hast within thyself
 One of God's best blessings,—
A pure heart within thy breast,—
 So loving, fond, and trusting.

Long years ago, since first we met,
 Among my friends you number,—
A dear loved one I'll ne'er forget,
 But fondly e'er remember.