By: Ardis E. Parshall - August 20, 2013 Two Months a Missionary By Clifford L. Oviatt Memory lingers as a hangmanOver all my thoughts so kind,As I think of happy faces,And of friends I left behind;As I hold my pen it trembles:In my throat, there’s something swellsWhich I cannot seem to swallow,And o’er my eyes a dimness wells. When I think of all the kind hands,Firm and ready, there to guide,As I staggered down life’s roadwayThere ...
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