Quotes from Samuel Woodhull, 1851

My heart responds most warm with thine To pray and hope each day No heart can feel more deep than mine If near—or far away.

O, keen and bitter words of woe, Goodbye—Farewell—Adieu Which could I choose to send a throe, In thy kind heart so true?

What anguish gushes from the heart The quivering lip will tell, When "two fond souls" are call'd to part And far from each other dwell.