Alice. 1921 Year End.

"So ends a wonderful year. The year in which I awoke from slumbering, dreaming girlhood to glorious wonderful womanhood.

The year when all that had seemed long and far away became gloriously real.


In all those girlish years a figure had stood before me. I could see it's shining glittering garments. I could see the whiteness of her hand but o'er her face hung a veil, and after, in a dreaming mood I had pictured the beauty of that face. Then quite unexpectedly all in a summer night the veil was lifted like the opening of a rose, like the rising of the sun, and Love in all her beauty, her majesty, her appealingness stood revealed before me. May I ever try to repeat her winsomeness and nobility of that perfect picture."




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