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date: 1920-04-05

names-on-the-page: Miss Boyce; Colonel Willing; Mrs. Curran

transcription: April 5, 1920 - Page 5

Place each day as a sacrament,
A pearl, white pale in its purity."
But, oh my beloved, none of these
None of these are aught to the laurel wreath
Thou hast pressed upon my brow;
Constancy!

Speaking of the acceptance and rejection of certain things, Patience
gave this epigram:

"Yea" be sweet bread and man be jealous o' it.
But "nay" be salt, and any man may borrow salt!

She now gave the following for Miss Boyce:

-My Heart-

My heart is timid as a bird
Poised upon a branch for flight.
Oh, it would know the day!
And the wide stretches yon! It
Would know the depths. It would
Give up its very ghost to singing!
But it be a timid thing.
It will not will not quiet.

My heart is a timid thing,
As a bird poised upon a branch
For flight. But I am fearful
For the winds press upon the willow
Where I cling and yon is a dark cloud
Swagging, and the fields are filled
Of shadows. I am sure
Of my song, yet I am fearful.
If the dinning of the day would but cease
An instant, methinks I might loose
My songs and fly sunward, making
A barb of my song with which
To slay my doubting.

Colonel Willing had come in his military costume, which included spurs.
Patience noticed them at last and said:

"Haed I such an twain o' spurrin's for the boots o' Cato!"

Here Mrs. Curran said she was getting two poems and didn't know which
to take first. Patience said:

"Fling out a nettin'."

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