| We may write our names in Albums We may trace them in the sand Or chisel them in marble With a fine and skillful hand But the pages soon are sullied Soon each name shall fade away Every monument shall crumble Like all earthly hopes decay But dear friend there is an Album With its leaves of snowy white There no name is ever tarnished But forever pure and bright In that book of life (Gods Album) May your name be penned with care And may your friends one and all Write their names forever there |
| Your Aunt J. P. Stearns Andover Conn |
| Jan 30th 1883. |