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March 28 – I am rather better this morning. I cried unto god with my
voice. even unto god with my voice: and he gave ear unto me.
In the day of my trouble I sought the lord: my love ran in the night
and ceased not: my Soul refused to be comforted.
I desire to give thanks to my heavenly father for Sending
My Dear Sister in Christ this morning to see me Mrs Simmonds
from Dorchester she maid two prayr and sing three hyms
My Dear Frances came in, the interview was heavly O I never
enjoy so much for so short a time I long that Every body
Ware as happy as I feelt, She is a Widow Since I saw her
last I think her face Shines like Moses and graice adorns
and makes evry thing lovly
how impressive is the language of inspiration. we all do
fade as a leaf. Such is human life thus we and
our families fade, to day in vigour to morrow in the
dust
[indent into center of page] With a Soul that ever felt the Sting
of Sorrow, Sorrow is a Sacred thing