By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 07, 2017 Administration By Eva Willes Wangsgaard Long years ago, when I was illAnd tossed about in pain,When ev’ry effort toward reliefSeemed to be made in vain, So often I would hear a stepAs soft as angel’s tread;Pain-shadowed eyes could dimly seeA figure by my bed. My father’s voice would say to me –What comfort in a word –“Why can’t you sleep, my little one?Was it not you I heard?” Th...
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