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date: 1920-03-29

names-on-the-page: Mr. Yost; Mrs. Curran; Mr. Hickson; Mrs. McKee; Mrs. Pollard

transcription: March 29, 1920 - Page 8

And another mornin' found me
'Pon the roadway bent
Wi' seven shillin's clinkin' in my hipslot
And the tune they signed wert
Seven ducats, seven ducats, seven ducats.

"Weel, seven days and seven ducats,"
Said I. Aye, that was yesterday.
And now, ah me,
Where be he
Who barted for the pence?

It was Mr. Yost's turn next and he was given this reminder:

-It Shall Be-

Where are my words? My promises?
I have said: "Fear not, it shall be,"
And dost thou doubt? Already
Is the earth in labor and I say
The thing hath come to hand.
Ne'er ye mind the swaddlin' o' it.

Mrs. Curran was next and was given this which was a gentle reminder of
what she had said during the evening regarding her deep thankfulness
to the Lord for sending Mr. Hickson to Mrs. McKee and others.

-Thankful Hands-

Oh, who would chant the glory
Of the Lord? Oh, who would loose his tongue
In an anthem of His praise?
Who would make thanksgiving in a word?
I say that save that thy heart becometh
A fount which spurteth there is
No thanksgiving. Let him who would
And forget his tongue.

Mrs. Pollard now received this:

-The Word of God-

Lo, have I beheld the page
Of the Holy Word like unto confusion
Before me. I have heard the tongues
Of men prate wisely, intricately,
Of His simplicity. The day became
A babble and I, wroth with an agony
Of unrest, born of the chaos.
At a certain morning I arose,
Hearing a faint song, a fitful melody
And I sought, and behold! I found

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