To Eleanor Agnin
The world grows sadder round us,
As years are rolled on years:
Link after link, that bound us
To Earth, dissolves in tears.
The past: how deeply shaded
With sorrow's sombre hue!
Fond early hopes how faded!
Enduring joys how few!
Tis well, dear Niece, times pleasures
Die neath our trembling hands!
It bids us seek for treasures
In fairer, holier lands.
In that bless'd world above us
Oh! may we find a home
And meet the loved that loved us,
Where sin nor woe can come!
Your affectionate Uncle
signed D.. Junkin
Manse of Greenwich
February 20th 1851
This is a fantastic poem. Great rhyme and meter. Uncle D. Junkin did a great job with this one.
The Junkin Family is a famous name in United States History. More Junkin poems are listed on poemhunter. 26 poems listed by poet Margaret Junkin Preston,1820 - 1897 USA. I will continue my reseach on the album I have found and all the names contained therein.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I did enjoy this poem very much. 'Fond early hopes how faded'-almost the story of my life. It's good that you have made the letter to be written by a character- a parson in the manse. It gives a Protestant tone.
Michael, George Junkin was president of Washington College. Thomas Jackson lived with the family and married daughter Elinor Ellie Junkin. Thomas became Confederate General Stonewall Jackson. I believe this is his father-in-law's poem. The family journal filled with poetry is one of a kind and was found at a Utah swap meet.