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Daviess, Maria Thompson, 1872-1924

"The Melting of Molly"

Just smile, that is all! Life demands smiles from a woman even if
she must crush their perfume from her own heart; and she generally has
them ready.
Oh, Molly, Molly, is it for this you came into the world, twice to give
yourself without love? What difference does it make that your arms are
strong and white if they can't clasp him to the softness and fragrance
of your breast? Why are your eyes blue pools of love if they are not for
his questioning and what are your rose lips for if they quench not his
thirst?
[Illustration: What are your rose lips for]
Yes, I know God is very tender with a woman and I think He understands,
so if she crept very close to Him and caught at His sleeve to steady
herself He would be kind to her until she could go on along her own
steep way. Please, God, never let him find out, for it would hurt him to
have hurt me!


LEAF EIGHT
MELTED

Some days are like the miracle flowers that open in the garden from
plants you didn't expect to bloom at all. I might have been born, lived
and died without having this one come into my life, and now that I have
had it I don't know how to write it, except in the crimson of blood, the
blue of flame, the gold of glory--and a tinge of light green would well
express the part I have played.


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