The Log of the Empire State
by Geneve L. A. Shaffer




Dedicated to My Mother and Your Mother



To My Mother

Your little hands are folded,
Your tired breast is still.
But your valiant heart beats on and on,
And so forever will.
In the lives of those who knew you,
Each gentle beat will bring
An echo sweet and tender,
To linger there and sing.

By C. T. S.



The Log of the Empire State



Introduction