Portrait of Harriet Beecher Stowe with the following poem written in her hand:
“Think not when the wailing
winds of autumn / Drive the Shimmering leaflets from the
tree / Think not all is over: spring returneth. / Birds & leaves, & blossoms thou shalt see / Think not when thy heart is waste & dreary / When thy cherished hopes lie chill & dere [sic] / Think not all is over: God still liveth / He will wipe away the every tear / H B Stowe”