Yes, Oft I Think of Thee

Yes, Oft I Think of Thee

Response to poem from November 9th, "I'll Think of Thee" https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/742

Dearest Ellen, I think of thee

When morn's first flush streams on high,

Or when the twilight's crimson flush

Is fading in the western sky.

I'll think of thee in mirth's gay hours,

When song and jest pass fleeting by,

When o'er me memory has one power,

That is—to think of thee.

Through all the hours of blessed light.

Amid my daily toil and care,

And through the watches of the night

For thee to Heaven ascends my prayer;

I'll think of thee through shade and light—

Fondly and truly I'll think of thee—

Loving thee ever through evil and right,

And ask in return that you "remember me."

THEODOCIA DALTON
Nyack, Nov. 12th, 1861.

Theodocia Dalton

1:18, p. 4

11.30.1861