A GREATER POWER AND A WISER MIND
“How well I remember when I once asked you to escort me over! and I never can understand why I failed to go; a Greater Power and a Wiser Mind were guiding me, no doubt——”
To God my life was an open page,
He knew what I would be;
He knew how the tyrant passions rage,
How wind swept was all my anchorage,
And why I would drift to sea.
He who hath a thousand friends hath none to spare.
Ali Ben Abou Taleb.
I am never weary when meeting my friends. Clara Barton.
Clara Barton’s intellect was never keener, clearer nor more alert than it is now (1911). Stephen E. Barton.
The report which went out that I was ill set the country, nay the world, by the ears and the letters came pouring in by the score, yes, and more. Clara Barton.
Such beautiful letters! I have read them through tears.
Clara Barton.
WRITE NONE—SEE ONLY THOSE I MUST[[12]]
Oxford, Sept. 21, 1911.
Prof. Young,
My Dear friend:
I am trying to speak to your letter of yesterday, myself, but it is from a very sick bed.
I write none—see only those I must.
I must see you. Come and see me though only a week. I had hoped to see you under better conditions.
I replied to your dispatch. Come when you will; all times are alike to me.
Yours sincerely and always,
(Signed) Clara Barton.
[12]. Her friends who were with her through her last illness say the letter of which the above is a copy is the last letter written by Clara Barton.
I did not err: there does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night.
Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt,
Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled;
Yea, even that which Mischief meant most harm
Shall in the happy trial prove most glory