NSB: Almira Hurlburd, Jerod Wondel

These are the last two poems in “The New Sketch Book.”

ALMIRA HULBURD

She brought a burst of sunshine
When she came within the door,
It touched with gold the furnishings,
It shone across the floor.
It filled the little morning room
With a nameless charm and grace
And how it seemed to glorify
Her wrapt and earnest face.

She brought a burst of sunshine
And her words of hope and cheer
Like oil on troubled waters fell,
She knew not doubt or fear.
In passing years the words are lost
As she knelt beside her chair
And asked that God would kindly bless
The inmates dwelling there.

In passing years the words are lost
As she knelt beside her chair,
But a listening ear in Heaven heard
And the words are recorded there.
The blessing she asked that sunny morn
As she went upon her way,
Has survived the march of time and death
And lingers there today.

JEROD WONDEL

We are the work of His hands.
Whatever we may have accomplished
Is due,
Not to our credit,
But to His.
What we might have accomplished
Had we been less wayward,
No man can estimate.

Our waywardness
Hindered and handicapped
The work of His hands.

It is ever thus with man. . .
He wants his own way,
If God lets him have it
And things go wrong
He blames god
Instead of himself.

I found this out
Too late!

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