Another Poem By A Poet Long Gone - Untitled

To Eleanor Agnin The world grows sadder round us, As years are rolled on years: Link after link, that bound us To Earth, dissolves in tears. The past: how deeply shaded With sorrow's sombre hue! Fond early hopes how faded! Enduring joys how few! Tis well, dear Niece, times pleasures Die neath our trembling hands! It bids us seek for treasures In fairer, holier lands. In that bless'd world above us Oh! may we find a home And meet the loved that loved us, Where sin nor woe can come! Your affectionate Uncle signed D.. Junkin Manse of Greenwich February 20th 1851