Chapter 11: Love's Presentiments

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​​⁠"Oh, friendships falter when misfortunes frown,

The blossoms vanish when the leaves turn brown,

The shells lie stranded when the tide goes down,

 But you, dear heart, are ever true.

Let the silver mingle with your curls of gold,

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​​⁠Let the years grow dreary, and the world wax old,

But the love I bear to you will ne'er grow cold,

 I love you, darling, only you!"

Olive Peyton would never forget the u