March, Sunday 13, 1864<\/p>\n
Hopes, what are they? Beads of morning
\n Strung on Slender blades of Grass,
\n Sweet is hope’s wild warbled air
\n But oh!\u2014 it’s echo is despair!<\/p>\n
Today is the first anniversary of the happiest day in my life\u2014just one short year ago, twas then on Friday morning, he came for me to walk onthe hill to listen to the echoes of our triumph at Fort Pemberton (Greenwood)\u2014I rushed on to meet my fate, oh! God that it had never overtaken me\u2014yet tis the brightest spot in my sad life\u2014his love\u2014in reviewing my diary for ’63 I find in this day a quotation from Raphael which has indeed found its moral. Oh! who in the course of his life has not felt some joy without a security, and without the certainty of a morrow. Time hath power over hours, none over the soul. Time had power over his heart, yet none over my true and holy love. Today he wooes the daughter of a more sunny clime\u2014Miss Sallie Anderson of Mobile, may she never know the pangs of a deceived heart\u2014I have spent the day alone in my little room, finished the book of John\u2014bright and beautiful, though rather cool. Laura and Bettie went to Mrs. Wilson’s, all the whole family walking and enjoying themselves\u2014tis just four o’clock\u2014I will wait until after Tea to finish. I sat in the Parlor with the Father after Tea. Laura and Bettie speeled at Baker tonight\u2014No Beulah or Tip\u2014Laura & I alone. Oh! my heavenly Father humble my heart, and give me Christian patience.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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