Fragments of a letter from about 1919-1920

Fragments of a letter from about 1919-1920

This letter is not in Glenn’s handwriting, and is undated. It’s probable that this was written from Glenn’s future wife Mildred, before they were married and after Glenn’s time in the Army.

[page 1, largely illegible]
[illegible] he story.
[illegible] garden olden, Just when
[illegible] buttercup all golden
[illegible] a rose to grow. Chances
[illegible] grow, and every morn
[illegible] the birds were up
[illegible] drop pearly. Fell in
[illegible] .

[illegible] rose each day. But
[illegible] caught drinking, drinking such a way.
[illegible] it is no reason to
[illegible] she sips. And that
[illegible] reason [illegible] has such […]

[page 2, paper clippings of song lyrics]

[Written in 1865 by Mrs. G. Gifford]
Take back the heart that thou gavest,
What is mine anguish to thee;
Take back the freedom thou cravest,
Leaving the anguish to me.
Take back the vows thou has spoken,
Fling them aside and be free;
Smile o’er each pitiful token,
Leaving the sorrow for me.
Drink deep of life’s fond illusion,
Gaze on the storm-cloud and flee
Swiftly through strife and confusion,
Leaving the burden to me.
Then when at last overtaken,
Time flings it fetters o’er thee;
Come with a trust still unshaken,
Come back in sadness or sorrow,
Once more my darling to be;
Come as of old, love, to borrow
Glimpses of sunlight from me.
Love shall resume her dominion,
Striving no more to be free,
When on her world-weary pinion
Flies back my lost love to me.

[Originally written in 1879 by T.B. Ranson]
I’ll deck my brow with roses,
The loved one may be there,
The gems that others gave me,
Will shine within my hair.
And even them that know me,
Will think my heart is light;
Though my heart will break to-morrow,
I’ll be all smiles to-night.

I’ll be all smiles to-night, love,
I’ll be all smiles to-night;
Though my heart will break to-morrow,
I’ll be all smiles to-night!

And when the room he entered,
The bride upon his arm
I stood and gazed upon him
As if he were a charm.
So once he smiled upon her,
So once he smiled on me;
They know not what I’ve suffered,
They found no change in me. — Chorus.

[Song written as early as 1906, author unknown]

How the people held their breath
When they heard of Jessie’s death,
And wondered how he came to die;
For the big reward little Robert Ford
Shot Jessie James on the sly.

Jessie leaves a wife to mourn all her life,
The children he left will pray
For the thief and the coward
Who shot Mr. Howard,
And laid Jessie James in his grave.

Jessie was a man – a friend to the poor –
Never did he suffer a man’s pain,
And with his brother Frank
They robbed the Chicago Bank,
And stopped the Glendale train — Chorus.

Jessie goes to rest with his hand on his breast,
And the devil will be upon his knees,
He was born one day in the County of Clay,
And came from a great race. — Chorus.

Men, when you go out to the West,
Don’t be afraid to die –
With the law in their hand,
But they didn’t have the sand
For to take Jessie James alive — Chorus.

[continuation of I’ll Be All Smiles To-night, Love]
And when the dance commences,
Oh! how I will rejoice;
I’ll sing the song he taught me,
Without one faltering voice.
When flatterers come around me,
They will think my heart is light;
Though my heart will break to-morrow,
I’ll be all smiles to-night. — Chorus.

And when the dance is over,
And all have gone to rest,
I’ll think of him, dear mother
The one that I love best.
He once did love, believe me,
But now has grown cold and strange;
He sought not to deceive me,
False friends have brought this change. — Chorus.

[Song originally written by Annie Harrison in 1877]
In the gloaming, oh, my darling! when the lights are dim and low.
And the quiet shadows, falling, softly come and softly go;
When the winds are sobbing faintly with a gentle, unknown woe,
Will you think of me and love me, as you did once long ago?
In the gloaming, oh, my darling! think not bitterly of me!
Though I passed away in silence, left you lonely, set you free;
For my heart was crushed with longing; what had been could never be.
It was best to leave you thus, dear, best for you and best for me;
It was best to leave you thus, dear, best for you and best for me.

[Aria from the opera The Bohemian Girl by Balfe, 1842. Sung by John McCormack in 1916]
When other lips and other hearts
Their tales of love shall tell
In language whose excess imparts
The pow’r they feel so well,
There may, perhaps, in such a scene
Some recollections be
Of days that have as happy been,
And you’ll remember me,
And you’ll remember, you’ll remember me.

When coldness of deceit shall slight,
The beauty now they prize,
And deem it but a faded light
Which beams within your eyes;
When hollow hearts shall wear a mask
‘Twill break your own to see;
In such a moment I but ask
That you’ll remember me,
That you’ll remember, you’ll remember me.

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