Belle Eugenia Smith Quotes

O friends I pray tonight Keep not your kisses for my dead cold brow. The way is lonely let me feel them now. Think gently of me I am travel-worn My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn. Forgive! O hearts estranged forgive I plead! When ceaseless bliss is mine I shall not need The tenderness for which I long tonight.

Belle Eugenia Smith