I’m warm, and cold, and hungry, and afraid,
And smell the flowers a little, and see the sun,
And speak still, and am silent, just for him.”
I will not multiply quotations. These are more than enough to justify what I have said of the writer. I hope many of you are already familiar with the whole poem.
And now, my dear girl friends, I must close our talk to-night with the announcement that in one sense it is to be our last, but not in another.
Three years have come and gone since our Twilight Circle was first formed. Some of us met then as old acquaintances, but we have become far more than mere acquaintances to each other. I believe we shall remain true and lifelong friends. One of you, looking regretfully forward to the probable cessation of our meetings, asks quite pathetically—
“Have you nothing more to say to us, your girls?”
I feel that I still have many things to speak about, and yet that it would not be advisable to arrange for meeting at stated periods for the present. Yet I look forward to our keeping in regular touch with each other; for our dear friend the Editor has suggested a “Twilight Circle Correspondence Column” for us. In it I hope to answer some of the letters already received, and others which you may address to me in the future about our Twilight Talks. It has always been to me a source of great regret that many of your letters have perforce remained unanswered so long. I also hope to bring some of you, dear ones, into touch with each other during the coming year by means of these letters.
I pray that God will add His blessing to what has been said, and that you may all be better daughters, sisters, friends, wives, and, in due time, mothers through our many happy meetings “In the Twilight Side by Side.”
[THE END.]