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DEAR MOTHER,
When the Coach rolled off | |
| From dear old Battery Place | |
| I hid my face within my hands— | |
| That is, I hid my face. | |
| Tom says (he’s leaning over me!) | 5 |
| ’Twas on his shoulder, too; | |
| But, oh, I pray you will believe | |
| I wept to part from You. | |
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| And when we rattled up Broadway | |
| I wept to leave the Scene | 10 |
| Familiar to my happy Youth | |
| (I did love Bowling Green). | |
| I wept at Slidell’s Chandlery | |
| To see the smoak arise— | |
| ’Twas only at the City Hall | 15 |
| Tom bade me wipe my Eyes. | |
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| By Mr. Niblo’s Garden, where | |
| You would not let me go, | |
| We went, and travell’d up the Hill— | |
| So fast, and yet so slow! | 20 |
| And so we left behind the Town | |
| And ere the Sun had set | |
| We reached the Inn at Tubby Hook— | |
| We have not left it yet! | |
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| I know that we are very Wrong— | 25 |
| Dear Mother, pray forgive! | |
| From Sun to Sun ’tis all so sweet— | |
| It seems so sweet to Live! | |
| I know the things we meant to do, | |
| The road we vowed to go, | 30 |
| But Tom and I are here, and—oh, | |
| Dear Mother, do you know? | |
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| We have not gone to Uncle John’s, | |
| Though Yonkers is so near— | |
| We never shall see Cousin Van | 35 |
| At Tarrytown, I fear. | |
| Our Peekskill friends, the Fishkill folk, | |
| And all the waiting rest— | |
| Tom bids me tell you they may wait— | |
| (He says they may be Blest). | 40 |
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| I know ’tis ill to linger here | |
| Hid in this woodland Inn, | |
| When all along Queen Anne’s broad road | |
| Await our Friends and Kin; | |
| But, Dear Mama (when I was small | 45 |
| You let me call you so), | |
| ’T is such Felicity and Joy | |
| With Him, Here! Do you know? YOUR ISABEL.
P. S.—Tom sends his love.
Please write, “I know.” | |
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