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date: 1934-01-22

names-on-the-page: Mrs. A. B. Smith

transcription: January 22nd, 1934.

Birthday poem for Mrs. A.B. Smith:

What a bosom of tenderness thou art!
A haven verily.
Thy hands busy with the day,
Thy heart busy with Eternity,
Thy justice keen and bright -
Ne'er cold - but stern -
And this is true justice.

A bearer of the torch, thou art beloved,
Askin' naught - mutely accepting.
But the time cometh when the road
Shall not be steep nor stoned,
And thou shalt smile at the ploddin'
thou hast done.
There is labor yet to do,
And we who be pledged unto it
Shall walk unafraid and come unto the knowledge
That the labor wert worth the patience of doin'.
Let the what hap be the what hap,
For it be to the day what a veil of mist
be to a mountain-top -
An instant lingerin' - then gone.

The day be the mountain -
Steadfast do we meet it steadfastly.

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