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daily light of thy commitment and the blessing. Of a nook in thy warm heart. Oh dear one, how I yearn to be with thee in the coming holidays - How my heart is continually striving and struggling to picture those dear little ones whose hearts are daily brightening with happy anticipations of the Merry Christmas times. Oh for the power to glance in one moment. even though unseen upon that happy little group. Oh my little ones, my little ones! Can it be that I can only [[crossed out]] fulfill [[/crossed out]] accomplish my life's work- by this bitter ones separation from all that made life sweet. Can it be that the time will ever come - that I shall thank God. That those found times of happiness were sealed to me - that made domestic life so sweet - that I had not the heart to dream of any other work, than that which lay among my dear ones. They tell me now dear Phebe (and it makes me smile at the late prophecy) that they "always knew I was ment for an artist" and they "could only rejoice when I took up the implements. That had been waiting for me [[strikethrough]] since [[/strikethrough]] all my life." But if I could believe them - that this was my destined work and that God would grant me the power to accomplish something therein - I could never for a moment regret those 6 years that have held me from it [[strikethrough]] for [[/strikethrough]] by such