July 1. Went to Carlisle. Spent a week of joy. Made a pleasant acquaintance in "Burnap." He delivered the address before our soc. It was very good on the "Phil. tendencies of the Am. mind." I talked much with him on Theology & he has too much Metaphysics abt. him. His writings I like especially those not controversial.
Mrs. Marshall is happy in her family. Kate E. is prettier & sweeter than ever. She is happy in a restless way. Asbury will be kind & interesting, but he cannot love her as I did: and alas, I will never love so again not so, but better re D.C. 1898 for second love is only second & can't be first. "That gentle trust wh. - seems to itself immortal, cannot be given twice."
I will lay Wordworth's "Complaint" as a flower on the Tomb of my First Love:
There is a change, & I am poor; Your love hath been, nor long ago, A Fountain at my fond Heart's door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed Of it's own bounty, or my need.
What happy moments did I count Blest was I then all bliss above; Now, for this consecrated Fount Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I? Shall I dare to tell? A comfortless a hidden Well. A well of Love, it may be deep I trust it is, and never dry; What matter if the Waters sleep In silence & obscurity, Such change & at the very door Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.