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A New England Girlhood, Outlined from Memory (Beverly, MA)
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Lucy Larcom
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Oh,
if
I
could
only
be
sure
that
I
should
some
time
be
one
of
that
invisible
company!
But
the
heavens
were
already
beginning
to
look
a
great
way
off.
I
hummed
over
one
of
my
best
loved
hymns,--
"Who
are
these
in
bright
array?"
and
that
seemed
to
bring
them
nearer
again.
The
history
of
the
early
martyrs,
the
persecutions
of
the
Waldenses
and
of
the
Scotch
Covenanters,
I
read
and
re-read
with
longing
emulation!
Why
could
not
I
be
a
martyr,
too?
It
would
be
so
beautiful
to
die
for
the
truth
as
they
did,
as
Jesus
did!
I
did
not
understand
then
that
He
lived
and
died
to
show
us
what
life
really
means,
and
to
give
us
true
life,
like
His,--the
life
of
love
to
God
with
all
our
hearts,
of
love
to
all
His
human
children
for
His
sake;--and
that
to
live
this
life
faithfully
is
greater
even
than
to
die
a
martyr's
death.
It
puzzled
me
to
know
what
some
of
the
talk
I
heard
about
being
a
Christian
could
mean.
I
saw
that
it
was
something
which
only
men
and
women
could
comprehend.
And
yet
they
taught
me
to
say
those
dear
words
of
the
Master,
"Suffer
the
little
children
to
come
unto
Me!"
Surely
He
meant
what
He
said.
He
did
not
tell
the
children
that
they
must
receive
the
kingdom
of
God
like
grown
people;
He
said
that
everybody
must
enter
into
it
"as
a
little
child."
But
our
fathers
were
stalwart
men,
with
many
foes
to
encounter.
If
anybody
ever
needed
a
grown-up
religion,
they
surely
did;
and
it
became
them
well.
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