A Bit Of Bridal Veiling
Underneath
the dust of years
Was found
a box of trinkets
That she
saw thru a mist of tears
First a
piece of purple velvet
Then a bit
of deep point lace
At the
next a pitiful quiver
O’er
spread the windows face.
Just a bit
of bridal veiling
Crushed,
torn and a trace of mold
Was found
on the seer rose-pedals
Intertwined
within a fold
Tears fall
fast on the creases
Twenty
years since that awful night
When the
black veil of a widow
Took the
place of the bridal white.
The wreck
on the banks of the river
Was the
cause of each bitter tear
Oh! Those
awful words in her memory
“All are
safe but the engineer”!
And now as
the years pass onward
When she
walks by her lovers grave
This
thought to her heart is comfort
He died
but the rest were saved!
Written by Ida May Schaffer
Winter of 1921-1922
Age of 16