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126 It’s time indeed I stole to bed. How peacefully the house is sleeping! Ah! why should I strange fortunes plan? To guard the dear ones in my keeping– That’s task enough for any man.

So through dim seas I’ll ne’er go spoiling; The red Tortugas never roam; Please God! I’ll keep the pot a-boiling, And make at least a happy home. My children’s path shall gleam with roses, Their grace abound, their joy increase. And so my Hour divinely closes With tender thoughts of praise and peace.

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Late July 1914.