“A gift, sweet one, what doth it mean?
It speaks from heart to heart, I ween,
Then must my gift to you, dear child,
Be something pure and undefiled.
Therefore this precious Book I choose,
As you its holy page peruse;
May visions of a Saviour’s love.
Oft win your thoughts to things above.
May the great gift that God has given
To ope the door to us of heaven,
Be ever in your heart enshrined,
Helping you leave all else behind,
Guide you where many mansions are,
That Jesus doth Himself prepare;
May we together see His face,
Together rest in His embrace.”
ML 02/07/1904