Goodwin story
Poem for Fanny Goodwin, Julia's mother
Lines addressed to Fanny Smith
on her birthday
Time has run round with noiseless tread
Another year has been and fled
Has brought its changes every day
Has carried all its cares away
Is gone where years before have flown
And it will never more return;
And though it may have left you now
With bright hope seated on your brow
And you may see no danger nigh
Nor fear a cloud will cross your sky
Yet tis written in the word of truth
Man shall have trouble from his youth.
And tis even good the yoke to bear
If the physician is but there!
And will you not to him apply
To bless you as your years pass by
He loves you and will be your friend
And guide you to your journey's end.
That you his gentle voice may hear
And love him better every year
While all your friends his blessing share
Is my most earnest wish and prayer.
(We don't know who wrote this poem, or when, but as Fanny was not married at the time, it must have been early 1860s rather than later. The copy I have is in the original handwriting.)
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