Gold Hill Daily News

A Sequel To "Thilla's Gar"

Tex.

Dedicated to Thilla Dicit-at Thilla

Many a bright, September day
Has come since then on the Castille
And I can hardly realize
That I'm the same Cyrila,

Oh those were bright and happy days
When we chewed gum together,
Your friendships may be just as warm'd
But mine will not forever.

Now, when I run against a fence,
I'm not so pretty! I've found,
And if it was "no gate in it,"
I have to go around.

Lo, these years have passed, I'm old and gray,
And with the years grown sadder;
But I never shall forget the day
I lost my pink elastic garter,

I chanced to read the Gold Hill News
Whereby I learned its fate.
To me one elastic is no use--
Will you please accept its mate?

You loved me then, I know it.
Still, the thought my heart doth sadden,
Had I known Wells Drury was a poet,
I surely would have had him.

Oh of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these "Warm hearts will
sever."
Try and forget the "might have been."
For the limb's as neat as ever.

My cheeks are faded, my eyes are dim,
Broken is my constitution,
But my heart's as true as the suit of blue
You wore at the Sarefield distribution.

I fear you have learned to love another.
Dear Wells, let me the question ask:
Do you not love the hand that made
Those flowers that were only wax?

Bury the past.
I'm a widow now.
Think serious, as you'd oughter,
If you only ask me. I solemnly vow
To wear the pink elastic garters.

Gold Hill, Nevada, November 3, 1879.