The Journals of Martha E. McMillan

robes of white. The past the beautiful years of the past are painted with many a rainbow tint of beauty which throws a hallowed Light over our life’s --path and carries us back on memories wings over the hills and far away to listen to the robins songs and gather the flowers of long ago. But while our years glide by so swiftly they leave their footprint upon each heart and upon each brow. It is sad, yet true every year brings it changes - Yes - For - Change seems written all around us All things earthly fade and die - But no flower ever fadeth In that home beyond the sky. Adieux to the - Old Year. M.E.M. Extra Information about this volume: Wood 1. Pages torn/cut out of the back that had writing on them. One can see fragments of the writing on the remaining paper. 2. A few accounts and records of payment in the back. 3. Calculations and indecipherable writing within the front cover. 27