P.S. again. I made the poetry like a piece in a book but could
not get it right at first. You see "tomb" and "good" do not sound
well together but I wanted to say "tomb" dreadfully and as
serrafim are always good I could n't take that out. I have made
it over now. It does not say my thoughts as well but think it is
more right. Give the best one to John as he keeps them in a box
with his bird's eggs. This is the best one.

SUNDAY THOUGHTS

BY

REBECCA ROWENA RANDALL

This house is dark and dull and drear
No light doth shine from far or near
Nor ever could.

And those of us who live herein
Are most as dead as seraphim
Though not as good.

My guardian angel is asleep
At least he doth no vigil keep
But far doth roam.

Then give me back my lonely farm
Where none alive did wish me harm,
Dear childhood home!