The Poetry of Elizabeth M.

Original Poetry composed and read by Elizabeth M.

The quality of mercy is not strained

It droppeth like the gentle rain from heaven

And of this I speak:

When I grow tired and want to quit and move no more from where I sit

Please God give me courage to continue to the end of my promised menu

And live to the last—these blessed days

In this fair land. O God be praised! 


About the author…

Elizabeth comes to Santa Teresita to round out a life filled with beauty. She and her husband enjoyed many rich days together and often went fox hunting. After these invigorating outings, Elizabeth would pull out her pen and compose a poem or two. Elizabeth is still writing and this poem is a recent creation.

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