In memory of Doris E. Graham on her birthday, January 3rd.

"Should sorrow lay her hand upon thy shoulder, and walk with thee in silence on life's way. While joy, thy bright companion once, grown colder, becomes to thee more distant day by day? Shrink not from the companionship of sorrow, she is the messenger of God to thee; and thou wilt thank Him in His great tomorrow. For what thou knowest not now, thou then shall see; she is God's angel, clad in weeds of night. With whom we walk by faith and not by sight.