Beating warm for our kind!

Eyes wert thou to the blind:

Here we our tribute lay—

Twined with a wreath of bay,

Woven of love and tears,

Voicing thy peaceful years.

(Read at the Memorial Meeting Nov. 20, 1911.)

(Read at the Memorial Meeting Nov. 20, 1911.)

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LIGHTER VERSE

LIGHTER VERSE

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FRIGHTENED

FRIGHTENED

 Today I had the awfulest time, Dear mother, in the wood. That hill out there we were to climb, And we'd been very good. But nurse was walking up the hill, When little Anne and I, We had to stop and stand quite still, And Anne began to cry. For something moved behind the trees, We felt so all alone— Said I to Anne, "Stop crying, please, I'll hit it with a stone." Cried Anne, "Oh, listen, hear it growl." Said I, "I'm not afraid Of bears or lions." "Now don't scowl. You look so cross," she said. So then I had to smile and 

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