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date: 1914-05-25

names-on-the-page: Mrs. C., Patience

transcription: "Say not that one as truly born should vanish into a cloud or perish like the dew at dawn. Doddering age but gapeth at and infant's sleep, and only one who bendeth o'er her love-born knoweth why he sleepeth long, and turneth from the weasened visage, hanging o'er to smirk and buy a smile from youth.

:God but tuned the asses' bray to sound the brasses of his harmonies. Wouldst thou love thine evening, were the stars n'er to peep, and should the morning lack the lark's song, and should the sun forget to tease the daylight forth, wouldst thou not lose faith with Him who watcheth?

"Wait! awake and sing a thank-song, that thou shouldst see the working of His plan. If it be thy gift to hear the song and see the light and know the deepest truth, then thank -- and bear the hounding of thy sightless brother."
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This referred to the same poet "Tagore" and came it seemed, in his defense, as one of the parties in the foregoing discussion declared him a man who had not the love of Country.
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-The Flag of India-
"A splash of color daubed upon a streamer's
face -- ah, God, can I then hope this flying
ribbon telleth of my love of fatherland unto
the world? God, God, my very God, thou knowest
who offered to thy lands thy Son! Have not my
people's vain shot scarlet into a thousand sun-
sets of this, my land, and have not the mothers
of my kind borne sons to buy her freedom. Crave
ye then to barter o'er the rag while I send
forth a song of love, penned in her tongue?"
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-Wandering Smiles-
"The smile thou cast today that passed un-
noticed by the world, the handclasp of a friend,
the touch of baby palms upon its mother's breast,
whither have they flown away along the dreary way?

"Perhaps thy smile hath fallen upon a daisy's
golden head, to shine upon some weary traveler
along the dusty road, and cause a softening
of the hard, hard way,
"Perchance the handclasp strengthened wavering
love, and lodged thee in the friend's regard.
And where the dimpled hands caress, will not
a well of love spring forth? Who knows -- but
who will tell the hiding of these fleeting gifts?"
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May 25, 1914
Mrs. C.
Patience: "So then, the porker hath favor today's eve."
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