Julia Miller

 We quarreled that morning,
For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty,
And I was nervous and heavy with the child
Whose birth I dreaded.

I thought over the last letter written me
By that estranged young soul
Whose betrayal of me I had concealed
By marrying the old man.

Then I took morphine and sat down to read.

Across the blackness that came over my eyes
I see the flickering light of these words even now:
"And Jesus said unto him, Verily
I say unto thee, To-day thou shalt
Be with me in paradise.
"

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