much avail before the Great White Throne, of Infinite Mercy!
He is also deeply grateful, that the nearness of her
Eighty-Fifth Birthday, makes it possible for him,
to make an Inscription Two-fold, for the Dead,
for the Living—for the Dear Poet, for the Beloved Mother!
The linking of their names together, under this Spray of
Kentucky Pine—culled by a hand most loving—is like
unto finding the other half of a broken Chord, in some
Prelude Elusive: for James Whitcomb Riley, deeply
endeared himself, to the Dear Lady Here, while he and