Written for the Journal.
You'll not Forget, Jennie?By Marion Gray.
- The days go by swiftly, Jennie,
- The fresh air sweeter grows;
- I hear the joyous song of birds
- And smell the budding rose.
- We've loved each other well, Jennie,
- Each heart beat warm, and true;
- And now that I'm dying, Jennie,
- This boon I'd ask of you.
- That you will not forget me, Jennie,
- When I am lying still
- In yonder "city of the dead,"
- Whose spires gleam o'er the hill.
- You'll come and sit beside me Jennie.
- And think our sweet life o'er
- And pray that you and I, Jennie,
- May meet on yonder shore.
- You'll not forget to plant, Jennie
- Around my place of rest,
- Some trees whose shade shall woo the birds
- To sing, and build their nest.
- You'll bring some flowers there, too, Jennie.
- To fringe my pillow, green;
- Forgive that I should ask, your love
- Would prompt this care, I ween.
Columbus, June 14th.July 2, 1879. Columbus Journal 10(9): 1.