My dear Mrs Ryu.
As we have been meeting with the graduates my mind turns
to you. I hear from others that you are doing very well.
I’d like to go to
Formosa and visit you but that is impossible.
A little poem has
helped me. I’ll write you
”Leave God to
order all shy ways, and hope in Him what e’er betide.
Who trusts in God’s unchanging love
Builds on the rocks that nought can move,”
Alberta B Sprowles