...and Clung More Closely To The Dear

To Be Strong, And Beautiful, And Go Round Making Music All The Time. Yes, She Could Do That, And With A Very Earnest Prayer Polly Asked For The Strength Of An Upright Soul, The Beauty Of A Tender Heart, The Power To Make Her Life A Sweet And Stirring Song, Helpful While It Lasted, Remembered When It Died.

Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come Through Here Since The Redcoats.

Go On With Your Work As Usual, For Work Is A Blessed Solace.

Head, You May Think; Heart, You May Feel; But Hand, You Shall Work Alway!

Nothing Remained But Loneliness And Grief.