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Show 217 Good bye, my son, thou'rt speeding on, Away from kindred, friends, and home. Each hour takes thee farther still, To do thy Father's righteous will... -Au Revoir, p. 242 You ask for a prize, the most precious I know, that mortal could e'er on another bestow: You ask me to give what is dearer than life My child to be your companion-your wife... -Clinging Tendrils When Ellis was 91, a granddaughter fondly said of her: "I have never known grandmother to be without a pencil and pad of writing paper in her little black bag so that time spent waiting, or riding on street cars or trains could be utilized in writing letters or bits of poetry." |