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power shall be given there when
Sorrows hand lies heavy upon your heart.
When you go "down into the Valley and
the Shaddow [sic] of Death" in your loneliness
seeking for those that are not here.
When all words of attempted conso-
lation fly over your head, like idle
winds and reach you not. I have
no doubt - in hours like these - some
whispers of consolation shall come
to you from unseen sources, and
the consciousness of the sweet
presence of your loved ones shall
steal over your soul, and make you
strong to finish to perfection the
great work so confidingly en-
trusted unto your hands.

May this great boon be granted you
and the grace of the EverLiving God
be with you ever more.

With most earnest sympathy I am

Yours Sincerely

Mrs Ferdinand J McCann