By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 15, 2018 Remembering Sorrow Blanche Kendall McKey I had a crushing sorrow once –When I was very young;And life has never spoken sinceIn quite so gay a tongue. I’ve laughed at many a passing wound –A half a score or so –But in the shadowed realm of tearsMy soul bows low. And yet on this Thanksgiving Eve,In counting how I’m blest,I think the wisdom born of sorrowOutshines all the rest. (1962) ...
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