MEMORANDA.
Oh If i had a kind friend
A friend that i could trust
Twould be a source of joy to me
To know that i was […]
With one in whom i could confide
My secrets hopes and fears
and who would not in coldness turn
From me in future years
But oh fear i never shall
Have that consoling though
To help meon through lifes
cold storm
Tough [Though] very close in sought
To find this Jewel of a friend
That Poets so applaud
And as i have not found one yet
I fear its all a fraud
Annotation 1
It is unclear if this poem is Emilie’s or if she is copying it into her diary.