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date: 1920-04-05

names-on-the-page: Dr. Robinson; Colonel Willing; Mrs. Willing

transcription: April 5, 1920 - Page 7

The poem taken from the other matter, will be found below:

-The New Day to Come-

If the day were but a whit
Less dark, then wouldst thou
With sunless lips let loose thy heart?
Shouldst thou then in a certain dawn
Forget the yesterdays and let loose
Thy heart, what a darksome spot
Should lone, thy day, beloved, thy day!

But another day, beloved, comes,
A perfect day with the shadows gone
With a red sun set in a green
Morn sky, a day who wears
A crown of pearls, pale stars.
Fear not then, the garden's gate
Is oped, beloved! Forget the darksome day
For the sun, I promise thee, rises!

We began speaking of writings in general and Dr. Robinson asked us if
Patience had ever told us of inspiration. Patience said:

-Inspiration-

"Inspiration be the quickening. The placing of leaven
meaneth naught. But the quickening becometh the
illumination. I say me that there be leaven which is
the substance culled of material experience but there
be a leaven which is not of matter. It be the throb
of a soul with the divine chord."

Colonel and Mrs. Willing had made their plans to move to Boston and
this was Mrs. Willing's last visit. Patience recognized Mrs. Willing'
nervousness in this poem:

-Vain Fears-

How weel, mine ain, I ken
Thy fears, thy little fears!
Why pin thy faith unto a day,
A tinselled day pinned to the banner of Eternity,
A wee whit trappin' swinging in the breeze.
I ken thy fear for its tarnishin'.

How weel, mine ain, I ken
Thy fear, thy little, little fear.
Forget, forget the tinsel day
The bauble, swinging. Take heart.
Tomorrow is a perfect thing.
Tomorrow is vague and great,

Con'd

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