September 28, 1861-January l8, 1862
[No comments in this Journal by Rachel Strachey.]
[inside front cover:]
"There is a Rock, and nigh at hand,
A shadow in a weary land.
Who in that stricken Rock hath rest,
"Finds water gushing from its breast.''
"The coldness from my heart is gone,
But still the weight is there,
And thoughts I abhor will come To tempt me to despair."
"When death is comingnear,
And thy heart shrieks in fear,
Then raise thy hands & pray
To him who smooths the way
Through the dark vale.