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"
Oh
,
Beth
,
so
much
,
so
much
!
"
and
Jo
’
s
head
went
down
upon
the
pillow
beside
her
sister
’
s
.
"
Then
I
don
’
t
feel
as
if
I
’
d
wasted
my
life
.
I
’
m
not
so
good
as
you
make
me
,
but
I
have
tried
to
do
right
.
And
now
,
when
it
’
s
too
late
to
begin
even
to
do
better
,
it
’
s
such
a
comfort
to
know
that
someone
loves
me
so
much
,
and
feels
as
if
I
’
d
helped
them
.
"
"
More
than
any
one
in
the
world
,
Beth
.
I
used
to
think
I
couldn
’
t
let
you
go
,
but
I
’
m
learning
to
feel
that
I
don
’
t
lose
you
,
that
you
’
ll
be
more
to
me
than
ever
,
and
death
can
’
t
part
us
,
though
it
seems
to
.
"
"
I
know
it
cannot
,
and
I
don
’
t
fear
it
any
longer
,
for
I
’
m
sure
I
shall
be
your
Beth
still
,
to
love
and
help
you
more
than
ever
.
You
must
take
my
place
,
Jo
,
and
be
everything
to
Father
and
Mother
when
I
’
m
gone
.
They
will
turn
to
you
,
don
’
t
fail
them
,
and
if
it
’
s
hard
to
work
alone
,
remember
that
I
don
’
t
forget
you
,
and
that
you
’
ll
be
happier
in
doing
that
than
writing
splendid
books
or
seeing
all
the
world
,
for
love
is
the
only
thing
that
we
can
carry
with
us
when
we
go
,
and
it
makes
the
end
so
easy
.
"
"
I
’
ll
try
,
Beth
.
"
and
then
and
there
Jo
renounced
her
old
ambition
,
pledged
herself
to
a
new
and
better
one
,
acknowledging
the
poverty
of
other
desires
,
and
feeling
the
blessed
solace
of
a
belief
in
the
immortality
of
love
.
So
the
spring
days
came
and
went
,
the
sky
grew
clearer
,
the
earth
greener
,
the
flowers
were
up
fairly
early
,
and
the
birds
came
back
in
time
to
say
goodbye
to
Beth
,
who
,
like
a
tired
but
trustful
child
,
clung
to
the
hands
that
had
led
her
all
her
life
,
as
Father
and
Mother
guided
her
tenderly
through
the
Valley
of
the
Shadow
,
and
gave
her
up
to
God
.
Seldom
except
in
books
do
the
dying
utter
memorable
words
,
see
visions
,
or
depart
with
beatified
countenances
,
and
those
who
have
sped
many
parting
souls
know
that
to
most
the
end
comes
as
naturally
and
simply
as
sleep
As
Beth
had
hoped
,
the
‘
tide
went
out
easily
’
,
and
in
the
dark
hour
before
dawn
,
on
the
bosom
where
she
had
drawn
her
first
breath
,
she
quietly
drew
her
last
,
with
no
farewell
but
one
loving
look
,
one
little
sigh
.
With
tears
and
prayers
and
tender
hands
,
Mother
and
sisters
made
her
ready
for
the
long
sleep
that
pain
would
never
mar
again
,
seeing
with
grateful
eyes
the
beautiful
serenity
that
soon
replaced
the
pathetic
patience
that
had
wrung
their
hearts
so
long
,
and
feeling
with
reverent
joy
that
to
their
darling
death
was
a
benignant
angel
,
not
a
phantom
full
of
dread
.
