Poems (Smith)/To Belle
TO BELLE.
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.