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December fifth 1898
Ellen J Nixon

Patience brave heart and sure as day
doth follow night-
Unto thine inner self a messenger
will come
That bids thee give from out
thy bountions store
The bread of life to hungry souls,
The cup of water from out lifes'
living fountain.
For lo! thou hast within thyself
The power
To bid the weary mourner not to weep
For those whom they do mourn as dead,
Are neither dead - nor do they sleep
But ever live, and love those still
And ever silent virgils keep
Over those they love -- so doth thine own

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