A Second Messenger Of Death

“Almost baby twins you were, when I still in my teens began a little mother’s part in all which that part means. But my dear mother then was there, a living hand to tend your many needs and joys to share; and be our orphan’s friend. Pale and wan her cheek was oft, still she labored on. But hark! a voice from heaven came and mother’s work was done. The cruel legacy of delicate health had taken from hold upon both children. And years had scarcely counted to eleven when came a second messenger. From out the hosts of heaven and claiming Sarah from our two band, bore her onward to the Blessed Land.” Louisa's Little Nieces

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