13 November 1917 Edith to Stuart - Letter #24

Edith to Stuart
13.11.17
My Dearest,
This must be the very briefest of notes, because time is short. Thank you very much for yours last night. I think I must have found it as soon as you put it in.
There is just one thing I want to say this morning, and then I must stop. Dearest, will you please not be very disappointed if I cannot come to Witney on Saturday. I hope I shall be able to, because I am looking forward to it so much. But you remember once before we arranged to go for a ride, and at the last moment, I could not come. I did not even know when I saw you in the morning that I should not be able to. You were very good then, and that was a long time ago. So I am hoping, in fact, I know, that you will forgive me if the same sort of thing happens again.
Now I cannot write any more, but I will write a long epistle this evening.
Goodbye, my Belovéd, Good-bye.


Two hands upon the breast, and labour’s done;
Two pale feet crossed in rest, the race is won;
Two eyes with coin-weights shut, all tears ease;
Two lips where grief is mute, and wrath at peace;
So pray we often-times, mourning our lot;
God, in His kindness, answereth not.

Two hands to work addressed, ay, for his praise;
Two feet that never rest, walking his ways;
Two eyes that look above, still, through all tears;
Two lips that breathe but love, never more fears;
So we cry afterward, low at our knees;
Pardon those erring cries, Father, hear these.

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