love!" Remember, I loved thee—all my soul was full of the love of thee. It made life happy, earth beautiful, and Heaven nearer. It was with me day and night, in work or rest—as much a part of me as the hand I write with, or the breath I draw. I never thought of myself, but of "us." I never prayed but I prayed for two. Love, my love, so many miles away—O my God, why not grant me a little happiness before I die!

Yet, as once I wrote before, and as she says always in all things, Thy will be done.