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The public Library.
Remembering, A. L. H.
A splendid structure!
Let therein be set
Some tribute to its dead librarian:
A marble honor, from which she shall look,
Who — Fate and Duty having strangely met-
Fell from
Time's shelf, a shattered human book,
To find her immortality begun.
The line of light.
(Taken from her Journal.)
We smoothly sailed o'er a steel-blue sea
One silent summer night,
And saw on the far horizon's bound
A silver line of light.
Behind the clouds the moon had hid
But there was shining still;
Said one, “Behold a lesson taught
For him to read who will.”
When clouds of grief or doubt have shut
The face of God from sight,
Remember He is constant still
Look for His line of light.
Mid-Atlantic, Friday night, June 22, 1888.
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