God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

The Truth never flaunted a sign.

Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.

Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my foot Than save my Boot -- For yet to buy another Pair is possible, At any store -- But Bliss, is sold just once. The Patent lost None buy it any more --

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS.