Amy Moxon Lawrence (née Beck)
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Jo was a great lover of rhymes and poetry,
and wrote out a number of poems as a preamble to her diary.
They are rather romantic and maudlin choices.
Some kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old
Some strangle with the hand of lust
And some with hand of gold
The kindest use a knife because
the dead so soon grow cold
And is there care in heaven
And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these creatures base
That may compassion of their evils move
There is
Stone walls do not a prison make
Nor iron bars a cage
The spotless heart and innocent (sic)
Calls that a heritage
If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul are free
Angels alone that are above
Enjoy such liberty