ABBOTT POETRY
“An Abbott family bible was found in an old farm house attic in 1975, near Peacham, Vermont.” These two poems were found in the bible (information indicates this bible, at one time, belonged to our descendant Benjamin (1724-1807) Abbott who moved from Connecticut to Brookfield, Vermont in 1793). Peacham and Brookfield are very close to each other also.
“I’ve shut the door on yesterday, its sorrows and mistakes
I’ve locked within its gloomy walls past failures and mistakes
Now I throw the key away to seek another room
I’ll furnish it with hope and smiles and every springtime bloom
No thought shall enter this abode that has a hint of pain
Neither malice or distrust shall ever there in reign
I’ve shut the door on yesterday and thrown the key away
Tomorrow holds no doubts for me since I have found today”.
“It is not is world can give
With all its subtle act
And gold and gems are not the things
To satisfy the heart
But Oh, if those who cluster round
The alter and the hearth
Have gentle words and loving smiles
How beautiful is Earth”.
Kimberly Abbott Hand gives a speech to the Attleboro HS Cancer Club