"My life has crept so long on a broken wing. . . . . . . .That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing,"
"My life has crept so long on a broken wing. . . . . . . .That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing,"
and those whose lives are strong, fruitful, and successful may have no patience with the sentimental meanderings of an old woman who has outlived joy and usefulness.
And now, may the Lady of my tale, as her life progresses from dawn to noon, high noon to afternoon, dusk, evening, and night, have the Knight of her choice and peace always beside her, till new dawns break in other worlds beyond this place of fears and phantoms.