NAWSA 
General Correspondence
Butler, Harriet B.C.

Discovery
I cannot invent things
Like the airships which sail on silver wings,
But today, a wonderful thought in the dawn was given,
And the stripes of my robe,
Shining from wear, were suddenly fair,
Bright with light falling from Heaven,
Gold and silver, silver and bronze,
Light from the windows of Heaven.
And the thought was this:
That a secret plan
Is hid in my hand,
That my hand is big,
Big because of this plan.
That God, who dwells in my hand,
Knows this secret plan
Of the things He will do for the world
Using my hand.
Toyohiko Kagawa
-Alice Stone, Blackwell-
An Easter Greeting, April 1st, 1945-
With fond memories.
-Harriet Blackstone C. Butler

"Motherhood"
You painted no Madonnas
Ole Chapel walls in Rome,
But with a touch diviner
You lived one in your home.
You built no great Cathedral
That Centuries applaud,
But with a grace exquisite,
Your life Cathedraled God-
You carved no shapeless marble
To some high soul design,
But with a finer sculpture
You shaped this soul of mine.
Had I the gift of Raphael
Or Michael Angelo,
Oh, what a rare Madonna
My Mother's life would show
Copied for- Alice Stone. Blackwell
March 21st, 1945. An Easter Greeting-
With fond Memory and best wishes.
-Harriet Blackstone C. Butler-

P.S.
I have enjoyed your Easter Greeting
more than pen can tell, and the three
other I duly received, but was quite
ill at the time, and could reply in
Season as I ought.  Thanking you 
most heartily, I am always your friend
Harriet B. C. Butler

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