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date: 1920-04-08

names-on-the-page: Mrs. Richards; Mrs. Smith; Mrs. McCorkle

transcription: April 8, 1920 - Page 5.

Here Mrs. Richards was given this:

FORGETTING.

I have learned to forget.
For this, Oh let me be thankful
I have learned to forget. Oh joyousness;
If yesterday borrowed deeply
Of me, then today I cannot remember.
If today lays a lance unto my breast,
I shall dry the bleeding upon tomorrow.

I have learned to forget,
A trick adeed When I measure
Unto man I shall forget to lay
The weight of my hand upon the beam.
I shall shut mine eyes
And look apon [upon] its record
And add a whit. I have learned
That in measuring 'tis not the grain
That tippeth, nay, I have placed me
Upon the rod, that that I
Measure weigheth justly mine ain
Weight. In forgetting I have found
The key to the locked door
Of justice. I have learned how
To sift incidents as sand through
The hours, blowing the dust and chaff
Awhither and dropping the pebbles
That I make my path, walking
Upon them forgetting that they were motes.

To forget. What an heritage.
Life is lived for the lesson
Of forgetting. Oh the folly of remembrance
Remembrance, save that it be tenderness.
Thank God, I have learned to forget.

Mrs. Smith now asked to have a word for Mrs. Mc Corkle who was in bed under
protest and as her Doctor was gone she wanted to go to a wedding. She hoped
in Patience' message she would get a hint as to whether to get up or not.
Patience gave this sly advice:

"Should wisdom smile not and promise law unto the trick at wisdom
and shouldst thou then fail, whisper then "Lout" and egad wisdom will
betray itself and go sporting with thee."

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