Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1926-05-05
AFTER SUNSET"

| let LHeH De.
And they are quiet and look down a
me.
I o, then, l see the patience in theil
| Out of the centuries that made then
| wise.
| They lend me boarded memory, and
learn
Their thoughts of granite and theil
whims of fern,
| And why dream of forests must en-
| Though every tree be slain; and how
the pure,
| Invisible beauty has a word SO brief
| A flower can say it, or a shaken leaf
| But few may ever snare it in a song
| Though for the quest a life is not too
long.
When the blue hills grow tender, wher
they pull
The twilight close with gesture
beautiful,
And the shadows are their garments.
and the air
Deepens, and the wild veery is at
prayer,
Their arms are strong about me;
and 1 know
That somehow l shall follow when
they go
To the still land beyond the evening
Where everlasting hills and valleys
are,
And silence may not hurt us any
more,
,l,o1 he OF
Grace Hazard Conkling.
Sent by Bob
MY dear Aunt Madge and Nieces:
l noticed a welcome to the new
members two weeks ago, and 1T gave
me courage to write again. AL
Christmas time | had an inkwell full
of suggestions, but illness prevented
my sending them in
| have been interested to read many
times recently what wonderful results
we are getting from Name the
Healthiest State" What. popular
subject health is these days. be-
lieve we are learning the lesson or
prevention rather than trusting to the
physician to pardon our sins. Most OIL
our ills are due to faulty elimlnatlCn-'
such a simple matter to correct
Dietetics are most important, and
there are many good books on the sub
iect-not recipes. Who ever heard OF
a State of Manner who couldn't cook?
But we are not as careful of our
balanced rations for ourselves as we
are for our hens.
sympathize with Aunt Madge in
her loneliness. An Easter card friend
sent me is comforting:
30, Lord we crave for those gone home
to Thee,
For those who made the earthly
house so fair;
How little we may know, now little
see,
Only-that Thou art there.
Dear hands unclasped from ours are
clasping Thee;
Thou holdeSt us forever IN my
Heart.
So close the one communion-are we
In ally truth apart?
Lord, where Thou art our happy dead
must be; .
And if with Thee, what then their
boundless bliss!
Till Faith be sight, and Hope reallty'
Loves anchorage is TINS
Til next time.
Bob
We are very glad to hear from
YOU again, Bob" and thanks FOR
the poem and nice letter, both OF
which I have read several times.
hone YOU are we'll over the illness
YOU had at Christmas time.
And here is a welcome to another
new member, ETHEL" | am sure,
as the readers of our column learn
of YOUR sad loss, although they may
not vet know you personally, they
will be sorry for you in your lonell-
ness.
In Justice to my many Lamolne
friends, | wish to thank them for
their special message of sympathy
which Mr. Titus sent to me person.
ally. | should have returned it for
the column.
l4dilOlIlt, y pm ~.
Dear Aunt Madge and NJ. B. Readers
| have always read your column
with great interest, and wish to be
added to your circle. l am always in
terested in "Helen's" writings, as !
knew her from small girl ana
worked for her nine weeks when l
was fourteen years old. She was
teaching the school at the Corner
then. She was our village dress
maker and milliner also the master OF
Lamoine grange, so endeared herself
to a great many. 1 have never had the
pleasure of meeting her since she left
Lamoine, and only one of her sons
Fred. He was my ideal boy when ne
lived here Jasmine still writes her
breezy and helpful ideas.
Like Aunt Madge, l too, have met
with a great loss-my little daughter,
Hcati'SEn1u!Si0n