In life, no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have
In death, no friendly tomb
But what a stranger gave
What may I say?
Heav'n was His home
But mine the tomb wherein He lay ("My Song Is Love Unknown," v 6)
"Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up."— Laura Ingalls Wilder
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