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date: 1920-04-05

names-on-the-page: Mrs. Michaels; Mrs. Chase

transcription: April 5, 1920 - Page 4

Here she gave Mrs. Michaels this beautiful poem:

-My Pillow-

I have found the pillow
For my weariness. Yesterday seemed
Sae long, sae long, and I, through the hours,
Saw but folly-singers, yea and plodsmen,
Watched with small intent the pageant passing.
Strange that I, when I had drunk
That wine, that hot, hot wine,
Should become drunk of weariness, should turn
From the East and say within my heart:
"Oh, let night come!"

That was yesterday and you
Were not beside me. But today,
Oh my beloved, I have found you!
I have enchained you to me.
Yea, I shall make my day swift
Of labor, letting my feet speed
As a runner's. You, you
Shall be the substance of my labor
And my weariness in this labor
Shall be you!

Then I have no fear
For when night comes, I shall
Lay down upon the pillow, "labor"
Which hath been you through my day.

The following was given to Mrs. Chase:

-The Gift of Communion-

How rich, how rich the gifts!
My own, each silent adoration hath become
Unto me a benediction. This strange
Communion in which thy heart becomes
A white flame commingling with mine
And we mutely burn upon the altar
Of God together. How rich the gifts!

Should I let me dwell upon them,
I should say: "Thy faith burned
As a ruby, steadfastly, rosy red."
I should say: "Thy hope gleamed
As a sapphire, deep, deep blue,
The symbol of the sky, e'er reaching."
I should say: "Thy love was a chaplet
Of alabaster wherein thou didst

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