 From Gwen Keller, Edith's Big Sister:  "I am
standing upon the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the
morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of
beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs
like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle
with each other.Then someone at my side says: "There she is gone!" "Gone where?" Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" And that is dying." -Henry Van Dyke |
From Teresa, Neil's Wife:
May the tears you have shed,
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