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date: 1920-04-04

names-on-the-page: Mrs. McKee; Margaret; Mr. Curran; Mr. Davis

transcription: Sunday, April 4, 1920
[At?] Mrs. McKee's.

Mrs. McKee,
Margaret,
[illegible].

After our usual conversation, we sat to write. At Mr. Curran's left,
almost touching him, was a row of flowers, first red roses, then white
cyclamen, then purple agratum, then yellow jonquils. Patience noticed
these and gave this beautiful poem:

-Like Him?-

Behold the crimson from His side.
Yea, and the white of His winding cloth.
Yea, and the purple, the sign
Of His royal estate. Yea, and gold
In sign of His kingship.
Behold them, come unto ye.

Yet He, sae lang agone,
Trod the valley in sackcloth
With bared feet and a staff of thornwood!
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-Ever With Thee-

And he shall come down
Each day as manna unto thee
And ye shall ask not why.
Neither shall ye intercede for tomorrow
For inasmuch as He is sufficient
Unto today shall He be sufficient unto Tomorrow.

I promise ye nay need.
Ye need not fear, for He
Shall come down to thee as manna
Becoming companion unto thine agony.
Thou mayst not lone.
This I promise ye!

Then she said: "Wi' ye do this then for thy damie?"

Mrs. McKee said she would. Referring to the fact that Mr. Davis was
coming over in the afternoon to giver her communion, Patience made this
request:

"Dost thou sup the precious wine and partake
of the holy substance, do it in joy, wi' a free
heartie beatin' o' ecstasy o' the love which hath
come unto thee. Make the holy office a joyous
receiving, for behold, when His servant shall minister
unto thee, shall He with His holy palms upraised and
the divine light of His love shedding frae His
fingers' tips and His smile o' love upon His
holy lips, shalle He be beside thee."

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