Perros Guirec
22nd September, 1900

To Miss Alberta Sturges
on her 23rd birthday

The mother’s heart, the hero’s will,
The softest flower’s sweetest feel;
The charm and force that ever sway
The altar fire’s flaming play;
The strength that leads, in love obeys;
Far reaching dreams, and patient ways,
Eternal faith in Self, in all
The sight Divine in great in small;
All these, and more than I could see
Today may “Mother” grant to thee.

Ever yours with love and blessings,


Dear Alberta,

This little poem is for your birthday. It is not good, but it has all my love. I am sure, therefore, you will like it.Will you kindly send a copy each of the pamphlets there to madame Besnard, Clairoix, Bres Compiegne, Oise, and oblige?

Your well wisher,