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A Woman's Conclusions

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Day
11
Month
March
Year
1891
Copyright
Public Domain
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I said if I might go back again To the rery hoor and place of my birth; Might have my Ufe whatever I chose. And live it in any part of the earth; Put porfect snnshine into my sky; Rih the shadows of sorrow and doabt; liare all my happiness multiplied, And all my suffering stricken ont ; If I ooald have known in the years now gone The best that woman comes to know; Cauld have had whatever will make her bleet, ür whatever she thinks will make her so; Bare f oaml the highest and purest bliss That the bridal wrcath and ring inclose. And gained the one out of all the world That my heart as well as my reaeon chose; And if this bad been, and I atood to-night By my ehildren lying asleep in therr beds. And coold coun t in my prayers f or a rosary, The hining row of their golden heads. STea, I said, if a mrracle sach as this Could be WToatrht for me, at my bidding,stU I wonkl choose to hare my past as it is. And let my future come as it vrill. I wootd Bot make the path I have trod More pleasant or even, more straight or wid. Kor chaege my conree the bread th of a hair, Thi way or that way, to either Bidé. üj past is mine and I take it all; Ita weakness- its folly if yon picase; Nay, even my sins, if you come to that, May have been helps, not hindrances. II I saved my body from the ñames Becaose that once I had burned my hand, Or kept myselí from a greater sin By doing a lesa- you will understand; It was better I suflered a little pain, Better I sinned for a little time, If the smarting warmed me back from deatn. And the sting of sin withheld from crime. Who knows ite strength, by trial will know What strength mast be set againsta sin; And bow temptation is overeóme He learns who has feit ite power within. And who knows how a life at the last may show? Why, look at the moon from where we stand, Opaque, uneven, you say; yet it shines, A luminous sphere, complete and grand. So let my past stand jast as it stands. And let me now, as I may, grow old, I am what I am, and my life for me Is the best- or it had not been, I hold.

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Old News
Ann Arbor Courier