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date: 1920-04-15

names-on-the-page: Mrs. Bemis

transcription: April 15, 1920 - Page 6

Mrs. Bemis now asked for a poem on a New England home. Patience
chose to discourse about it instead of writing a poem and gave the
following:

"I may nay sew o' such wi'out a wee sma' smilin',
wench!"

"Well, should I set o' such, I'd say me I'd put
a pith within it o' a wench's heartie. Yea, I'd
shew a hearthie wi' a sanded stane, aye and a cracklin'
log wi' a kettle hung. And aside, the bread binds wi'
the curtainin'. Aye, and a teemin' o' doin'! Yea,
and such an sandin' and brushin'! Wi' such I'd set
o'er it o' a Sabbath pinafore and a longish facein'!

"The tide 'e hath turned wench, for there wert a
time when the stanes wert the breast of the land.
Aye, but now the earth teems with the seed o' love sowed
o'er the stanes by them who oped their breasts in the
quest o' their convictions. Aye and now the hills
e'en lean down and nurture the valleys!"

As a goodnight poem she followed with this:

-Night-

Oh Night, mirror Night! Methinks
That morning sits with thee within
Her hand and when the sun comes
From the eastward, upward climbing
Thou shalt give up her reflection in
A glad instant!

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