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date: 1920-04-12

names-on-the-page: Mrs. McKee

transcription: April 12, 1920 - Page 5

-The Babe-

I wert but a babe
Who clasped a bubble 'bout
Sitting at the feet of the great mither
Eternity. And the bubble breaked and I
Sought the hem of her garment
For comforting.

Mrs. McKee was Patience Wee's Godmother and the following referred to
this:

-Labor Still-

Yet is there a little path.
Nor shall I forget the charge.
I delivered up, I say I delivered up,
Mine ain unto the heads of lovin'.
Well sae it be!

It again switched back and Mrs. McKee seemed to be communicating again.

-Wistful-

How have I chained the hours,
Weaving, weaving, shuttling, shuttling,
Waiting, waiting, with a sure hand
Netting the mesh. Yet with doubts and fears
Watching the pattern slip from 'neath
My fingers. Ah 'twere faulty weaving!
And the fears were but the passing clouds
Reflecting them in shadows.

Yesterday, if thou wert long,
Then am I glad. Ah hadst thou
Been a wee whit longer and had I
Gaed unto thee yet a little more of labor!
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-Of All of Thee-

My day is not mine.
Not a wick did I light.
Not a pathway build, not an abode
Complete, not a labor do alone.

My day is not mine.
No thing with which I construct
Is entirely mine. Even the stuffs
With which I labor have been tortured
With a thousand labors
Unto being, and their stuffs wert born
In a god-agony. This is a new thing.
I have learned, and learning it, am

Con'd

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