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date: 1920-04-12

names-on-the-page: Aunt Margaret; Mrs. McKee

transcription: April 12, 1920 - Page 4

This then came for Aunt Margaret:

-My Admonition-

Oh be satisfied!
Let thy hands be comforted.
Lift up thine eyes, for the office
Is complete! Yesterday hath departed,
Leading the veiled sorrow awhither.
Yon is tomorrow and she is as
A young maid with spring clasped
Unto her bosom and the petals
Upon her brow.

Oh be satisfied!
Let thy hands be comforted
For the day hath breaked!
The day which tarried long, beloved.

This followed it:

How might I hunger when the day wert filled of bread which He
delivered, such an bread as He breaked for His ain beloved?
How might I hunger?

In the foregoing and the following it seemed as though Mrs. McKee was
talking through Patience:

-Hosanna!-

I would lift my voice
In a pean of joy. I would become
As a bow, strung of a thousand arrows,
Flinging them across the space of time,
Piercing the hours till they bled
In gladness. For behold, held I a script
Within my hand and it wert bound
And I strave that I read but the day
Was confusion. Love might not teach me all.
Sorrow veiled mine eyes. Methinks
That the dearest teacher then, wert jest.
Every laughter became more light.
Beloved God, the jest!
I thank Thee for the jest!
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-Night and Day-

Behold the great night and day;
Earth and Eternity sae like, sae like
The little night and day 'pon which man
Pins his hope, clinging unto yesterday
And hoping for tomorrow!

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