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My soul feels sad at parting. But it should not, for you dear one will be in the path of duty. And safe arrived to the fair land, whence thou art bound, may you there guide many a poor wanderer, to the haven of eternal rest. Such be your happy lot. Where thou art from thy country far away, and sometimes send a thought to those you knew, and loved, do not forget your classmates, for often will they remember you. In the soft hours of twilight, and in the sacred hours of prayer, many a truant thought will fly to Persia, and our loved sister there, And now may angels guard you, in your trying hours, & gentle mercy be hovering over you, in your course through life, and at last may it be granted us to spend eternity together, praising the goodness of our Lord. |
| Harriet L. Hayes. |
| Holyoke Seminary. |