In Token of the Love You Gave

In Token of the Love You Gave

In token of the love you gave,

The faith, the trust, reposed in me,

When our young hearts were glad and free,

I plant these flowers upon your grave!

The world is far too poor to give

A value like it took away;

I nevermore a joyous day,

Since you are gone, shall know or live.

T. Thomas Fortune

4:18, p. 2

1891.01.24

From the Springfield (Mass.) Sunday Republican