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date: 1920-04-04

names-on-the-page: Mrs. McKee

transcription: April 4, 1920 - Page 2

"And you will be here, too?" asked Mrs. McKee. Patience said:

"Yea. I say there shall be nothing within the wine but a sup
of gladness. Thy spirit shall exalt in its strength."

-That My Task be Worthy-

Oh my beloved! I am become
But a white wick lit
Within thy heart and the spot is dark!
Oh, let me burn close, close!
Let me illume the darkness.
Then is my task worthy of its doing!
Inasmuch as I may speak unto Thee
Of Him at this, the waiting tide.

Remembering here our request for something cheerful last Sunday,
Mrs. McKee asked for the same thing. Patience said:

"Weel 'tis a taskin' for to ken the kennin' I
be a kennin' and sing follies! 'Twere like unto
when thy dame wert a damsie and her mither tweaked
her breeks and said her: "Smile! Aye, smile! the
person's comin'!'"

Here Mrs. McKee said: "I don't believe any of the Doctors or any one
realizes how I suffer." We all agreed that only the one who bore it
knew and had to bear it alone. Patience said:

"It be Gethsemane."

Before we got up to go, she said:

"Nay, I may nay say farewell, for I say I be the
wick beside thy hand. I shall for to stand in adoration
beside the commingling of thy spirit with Him at the holy instant."

This was a promise to be present when she passed away.

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