Excerpt from Ivory's Hope: A Poem

Ivory's Hope.

Miss Ivory White was a lovable girl,
As sweet as a rose-bud, as pure as a pearl,
Bright, clever, light-hearted, whatever befell.
Her sunshiny nature seemed always a spel!
To charm away care. She had never "come out, "
Her father, a gentleman jovial and stout,
Had built him a country house, stately and tall.
He lived in it Summers and Winters and all.
Here the girl had grown up. All that love, all that wealth
Could provide, had been hers. She had jubilant health,
She drove to perfection, and no one could ride
More boldly than she through the whole country side,
She could handle an oar like a boatman of Venice,
An expert alone could defeat her at tennis,
But Sue Delamere for a visit came down.
When she'd taken herself and her trunks back to town,
Our Ivory altered, long hours she would mope
In dolorous silence, like one without hope,
Or sigh, and remark she'd begun to despair.
Her mother, who watched her with tenderest care,
Soon noticed the change in the girl's disposition,
And quietly sent for the family physician

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