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Marden, Con.

The Sec’y had selected a poem by Kate
Perugini, artist daughter of Chas. Dickens, -

“The Calling Voice”
“As through the quiet weary night
We think for long, till dark grows light,
Of some dear friend,

Of some dear friend whose life we know
Must be apart from ours, and so,
We rarely meet.

Day comes! and with each busy hour
That bring full weight of sweet or sour
This vision fades.

But when our work is done, and late,
We hear a foot-fall at the gate
We know he’s near!

What wish did we project through space
That now our friend should seek his place
Beside our fire?

He smiles and then we hear him say
“I thought of you last night – to-day
I had to come!”

Mystery that enwraps us all,
With timid hope of higher call
To being us cheer.

Why should we doubt what ne’er we see,
The truths we know not, yet they be
Before us all!”

Sarah F. Willson said she expected to spend
several months in N. J., and wished to transfer
her rights in our society to her sister Lizzie Willson.
We were pleased to accept such a worthy substitute
as shown by unanimous vote.

Adjourned to “The Cottage”. 9/7/1916

Mary Bentley Thomas, Sec’y.

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Marden, Con.

The Sec’y had selected a poem by Kate
Perugini, artist daughter of Chas. Dickens, -

“The Calling Voice”
“As through the quiet weary night
We think for long, till dark grows light,
Of some dear friend,

Of some dear friend whose life we know
Must be apart from ours, and so,
We rarely meet.

Day comes! and with each busy hour
That bring full weight of sweet or sour
This vision fades.

But when our work is done, and late,
We hear a foot-fall at the gate
We know he’s near!

What wish did we project through space
That now our friend should seek his place
Beside our fire?

He smiles and then we hear him say
“I thought of you last night – to-day
I had to come!”

Mystery that enwraps us all,
With timid hope of higher call
To being us cheer.

Why should we doubt what ne’er we see,
The truths we know not, yet they be
Before us all!”

Sarah F. Willson said she expected to spend
several months in N. J., and wished to transfer
her rights in our society to her sister Lizzie Willson.
We were pleased to accept such a worthy substitute
as shown by unanimous vote.

Adjourned to “The Cottage”. 9/7/1916

Mary Bentley Thomas, Sec’y.